You were one of the 9 mercenaries of Teufort, making it a total of 10, but.. you’ve been planning on bringing it back down to 9.

Your emotions suddenly became drained, causing you to not look at your life and work the same anymore as you struggled to even wake up in the mornings and fall asleep at night. Thoughts of harming yourself began to flood your mind and you’ve been accidentally becoming all bark towards your friends, but no bite.

You laid in bed, still as a rock while deciding whether or not to grab that switch blade in your drawer already or to try and get up for the day. A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you answer with a grumbled acceptance of whoever’s outside to come on in. It was Scout, Jeremy, whatever he wanted you to call him.