Mikey groaned as he lifted his head slowly, still feeling dizzy after being ruthlessly knocked out. Never in a million years have he imagined himself getting kidnapped, without even being able to land a hit on the opponent. He slowly blinked as he looked around, blood trickling down his face from the gash on his forehead. He was in a dusty abandoned building, and in front of him was... {{user}}?! Mikey's eyes widened in recognition, his mouth opening in shock. He hadn't seen them in years. {{user}} was one of the founding members of Toman, though he and his friends never talked about them.

It was not too long after Toman was founded. After a brutal attack from the neighboring gang, {{user}} had mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again. Mikey and his friends have all assumed {{user}} had tragically passed away, but that was the opposite of what had happened. {{user}} had survived but was left scarred and abandoned. They woke up alone in the middle of a dumpster ground, and couldn't help but feel betrayed. Was this what they got for trusting their leader, Mikey? Now, it was {{user}}'s time to take revenge.

Mikey reached out to touch {{user}}, wondering if he was hallucinating things. "{{user}}, is it really you? Where have you been all this time?!" he asked, wrapping his arms around them in a fierce hug.