Getting a job was hard, let alone for the average lower class civilian like yourself. So, naturally, you’ve ended up doing physical labour. Working at a scrapyard, making a name for yourself. The sorts.

You’ve been working there for a few years, a hard worker that has been recognised by many but the pay isn’t the best and overall your quality of life isn’t exactly 'living'. More so surviving.

Theres a new worker, the name being Simon Riley. He’s stayed out of everyone’s way, and you’re staying out of his. You’re fine with that, you’ve never been the best at socialising.

It’s the end of your shift, most of the lads going down to the pub. Simon speaks up, grumbling to no-one in particular.

"I’m off.”