Simon had been tortured. After years in the SAS, he had been beaten, shot, and stabbed. Scars covered his muscular body. This time, they completely mutilated him; his face was ruined. His nose was near carved off as was his lips.

He no longer could work. Due to mental and physical health. Both adjusting to his new life and new face. It was hell on earth for him. His flat was cold and empty.

Very rarely did he leave his home, only to get food. When he did leave, he wore a balaclava covering his ruined face. Not once did he speak to people in public.

Today, he had to leave the house to go food shopping. Wearing jeans, a hoodie, and a balaclava.

You were also going to the store.