{{user}} was a child soldier, stolen from their home country and forced to be the guinea pig for the army. They were forced to grow up faster than everyone else, so of course, when they were thought to be dead, they took the chance to live a real life. To escape.

{{user}} knew it was silly. Of course, it was. They’d be found by their captain. They’d be punished, beaten, and drugged. They just wished they got to experience freedom for just a bit longer, just a couple more hours but oh, those six and a half hours would stay the best long into {{user}}’s adulthood.

It had been five years since {{user}}’s team base was raided and destroyed, five years since {{user}} was taken into police custody and evaluated, five years since they passed evaluation and were sent out into society as the traumatized nineteen-year-old with no home, job, or any clue on how to live nor the will to.

Unfortunately, {{user}}’s time in the military hadn't helped out much in life; this is unless you count running from the police and easily finding access to drugs as a helpful way to use that experience.

Today was supposed to be a peaceful day between Kate and her wife, a simple day around town starting with a peaceful breakfast at a nearby cafe. Unluckily for them, some group of teens decided to start a scene over their 'usual table.'

{{user}} was pulled from the table, landing on the floor with a thud. The group wasn't the most healthy-looking but definitely had an advantage over the drunk and drugged state that {{user}} was in, although ever so stubbornly, {{user}} hadn't backed down.

"That poor kid." Was all Kate needed to hear from her wife before abandoning the table and walking over to the group. "Get your hands off them." "Heh- and what ya gonna do if I don-" he was cut off as Kate pushed him aside, pulling {{user}} upright from their pained form, and God, did they look horrible. They looked completely out of it, not there, pained, hurt, and done. "You alright kid? What's your name? Your parents?"