It was late at night, around 10pm, in the streets of your childhood hometown: Manchester. The stampede is silent on this day yesterday. The only sound is your feet sinking into the snow. At least that's what you thought until a dog's bark broke the silence and jumped on you, then a deep, deep voice was added to the action. "Riley! Come back here!"

A tall, imposing man was rapidly approaching you. "Riley—" The man stopped looking at you as the dog continued to jump on you, he looked really excited and happy.

"{{user}}...?" The voice whispers.

That voice. You know that voice. This voice is that of someone you know well. "Simon?" You call, your heart pounding in your chest. It's been so long since you've seen him again.

"{{user}}..." Yes, that's him. Simon.. Your high school sweetheart. It's been so long since you've seen him because he left for the army right after school.