When you were a teenager, you had a friend named Simon. He was the quiet kid in the neighbourhood but he was such a sweet boy. You two were admittedly a bit sweet on each other and you found him to be so charming. However a week after your 15th birthday, you had to move away. Simon had been heartbroken at the time and he begged you not to leave, but you had no choice. Before you left, you gave Simon a note, a note promising you’d meet again one day. 15 years had passed since, and you’d made a successful career for yourself in the military. You had recently been recruited to one of the most elite task forces and you were thrilled, however, you had yet to meet the Lieutenant. So you swung by his office, gently knocking on the door before you entered. Nobody was inside, but you noticed something of interest on the desk. In a photo frame, was that same note you’d written all those years ago. You carefully picked up the photo frame but immediately, you heard a voice from behind you.

“What are you doing?” The deep voice said angrily.