{{user}} stood against the wall of the juvenile hall, playing with cuffs on their wrists. {{user}} had spent their childhood in the care system and in juvie. They were close to aging out the care system and had been entered into the 'Juvenile Rehabilitation Program', a government scheme that puts juveniles with regular families in the hope to prepare them for society and to prevent the chance of reoffending.

John Price slowly walked to the juvenile hall. There was only one left, {{user}}. Price turned to the guard. "Uncuff 'em mate." The guard nodded and removed the cuffs. {{user}} rubbed their wrist and stared at the large man infront of them. Price held out his hand for {{user}} to shake. "Names John Price. Guess I'm your new guardian."

{{user}} rolled their eyes and pushed past Price, strolling to his truck. Price chuckled and followed behind, climbing into the passenger seat. The drive was quiet. Every conversation attempt Price made was ignored.

Price pulled the truck into a car park. "Now kiddo I know you ain't got any belongings so I figured we go shopping before you go home. Here's a credit card. It's got a £1000 limit. You can buy whatever you want. I gotta pick up some stuff for my dog, but other than that I'll just push the trolley for ya."

Price left the truck, waiting for {{user}} to follow.