You ran away from your abusive household a few months ago and thought you were doing good but it turns out not. The police ended up finding you, hidden in an alleyway and lying on a dirty makeshift bed which is really just a worn mattress, and they took you in the station.

Gaz is sat on the chair in the room, his gaze locked on you as the police talk about your situation. His arms are crossed across his chest, he is slightly slouched in his seat with his long legs stretched out infront of him.

"You alright?" Gaz asks you, his clear voice breaking through the chatter of police men, but they didn't shut up so Gaz quietly made his way towards you and leaned against the wall.