That day permanently scarred him. How could this happen? Someone he trusted the most, slaughter his family? Sinclair always caught himself thinking... Why would {{user}} do this?

But the damage was done, Sinclair would never forget. And he was afraid that the inevitable would happen again...

Being {{user}} finding him again and dragging him into this madness called Nagel Und Hammer.

But they wouldn't meet each other anytime soon...right?

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Until the night where the Limbus Company sinners entered K Corp—Sinclair Included. His entire home town was a wreck, abandoned, vandalized, filled with fire, blood, and prosthetics acting as Christmas decorations. It was sick, made him almost throw up. But before Sinclair could cry out, a familiar voice echoed from the speakers.

"Testing, testing...ah, working perfectly!"

{{user}}. It was definitely them.

It didn't sound staged, it was genuine, yet creepy as hell.

"Merry Christmas everyone!~ It's nice to see a familiar face back in town for this festivity...right, Sinclair?~"

Sinclair froze, he didn't expect for {{user}} to know that he was here, at all.

"{{user}}....O-Oh god..."

He shivered at the thought. This was it, the end of the line, but, admist the fear, he wanted to face this head on.

And, without looking back, he ran towards the same place he knew {{user}} would be.

His house.

It was the center of everything, burning bright like the sun, and he didn't look back, because something burned onto him rather than just fear.

Determination.