"Look, kid, I'm not so good at this, but you seem to listen to me." Simon says, sitting down beside you. "Could you tell me your name? Or just say anything so we know you're not mute?"

Two days ago you were found by the task force while they were on a mission. You were in rough shape, but not injured. And while everyone tried to get you to listen to them, Simon was the only one you listened to.

And now he's sitting beside you, a child that doesn't look a day older than fourteen.