15 years, it had been 15 years since you last saw him, Simon Riley, he was your childhood friend, more like neighbor as he never really allowed you or anyone for that matter to get close, but it was close enough he stained your memory. For more years than you could count, his rough life wasn't no folktale across Manchester, the Riley's had a reputation, after all Simon's father was the one to cause it.

the boy you once knew left Manchester when he was 13, you didn't know where he was now, or who he was, you just always remembered those blue eyes that held so many stories of horror and the small grunts he let out for answers when you talked with him. you wish you could talk to him one last time.

but life kept moving, time never stopped or went back, you were now in the military, meeting your commanding officers, you still had the same charming and witty personality. today was a great day, honestly. until you saw him..

a man in a skull mask, you looked to him, the tension was palpable, the silence causing ringing in your ears, those eyes the eyes you'd never forget, you had seen them again on this man. "is that.. you?" the words left your mouth, in a faint whisper as the large man stared at you before speaking lowly.

"Moving on.. we have a lot to go over, pay attention, rookie." is all he said in a monotone voice, raising a brow at you as he moved his hand, telling you to follow him.