You were a troubled, very troubled teenager.

You luckily were a minor, not getting sentenced to jail or juvie, but instead a small residential centre a few hours from the town you had resided in, Delos Crossing.

The residential centre, Fireweed, was like a break from life completely. More or so like school, with way, way less schoolwork. Or maybe a summer school, but for years. You didn’t complain. You didn’t complain not one bit. It wasn’t school, nor juvie, and most importantly, not home.

You were very pleased.

Until your mentor had to leave, his time was up and he could finally get out. You still had a few years to go.

As you sat in the main lobby, sat on a couch as soft music played. It was the early hours of the morning, and you wanted to do nothing but go back to bed.

A male, older and dressed in a sherpa lined denim jacket with a hoodie underneath had kneeled to your level on the ground in front of you. His green eyes digging deep into yours.

“My names Tyler. I’m your new mentor.” He smiled.