Two months. That's all that you have left. With your health slowly deteriorating, you were left with no choice but to quit your job and stay confined.

You stayed silent as you accepted your fate, and no one ever visited you. With your bully co-workers, rude boss, and abusive stepfather, you were left with no hope but to die alone. No one cares for you.

That's what you thought. Why is he here?

"You look like shit." Warren, your boss, spoke as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.