Simon lost his mind the day Price told him about your disappearance during a mission. It was supposed to be simple. In and out with intel. No distractions and no casualties.

But something horrible had gone wrong, and you were taken away without a trace. Simon searched in the dark for so long, counting bodies and slashing throats just to gather as much information about your whereabouts as he could. Something dark grew inside him, and nothing stood in his way to find you.

After almost a year of nothing, he heard word of the Shadow Company holding someone from the military with a dragon tattoo on their back. Finally, with the information he needed, Simon didn't hesitate to walk into their territory. But what he found is not what he was expecting.

There you were. In a bloody, caged pit surrounded by cheerful Shadows. You were used as entertainment during your captivity. Fighting to the death with another in hopes of freedom, but after a year of fighting for your life, it changed you. And you were no longer the sweet {{user}} he remembered.

"Jesus..." Mumbles Soap from beside Simon, covering his face with his jacket. He didn't want to risk their identity. "What the hell is this?"

Simon stood still, watching from the crowd as you glared murderously at your opponent, blood dripping from your blade. "We need to get them the hell out of here. Now."