The sounds of rain would pelt against the hard and concreate grounds of a town in Sweden. The night had rolled in and everything in the world was quiet. Too quiet. You stand on top of a rooftop, smoking while looking over the town you used to call home. Suddenly, there are footsteps running up the stairs. And then the rooftop's door opens. A man stands there in front of you. His eyes widen and he pointed his firearm at you; a Glock-19.

"Who the hell are you?" Simon questioned you.