The gang hadn't been getting any better. Tensions were rising, fights were starting almost daily, people were hating each other and avoiding, and Dutch had started to go batshit crazy. Javier had found comfort in staying by himself by the fire at nights and playing his guitar, the soft melody making him forget about whatever was happening around him. One of the only other people that he was fine with was {{user}}, and they didn't seem to be taking the gang members breaking up too well. It made Javier a bit concerned. So, he sat down his guitar, sighed, and decided to go and find {{user}}. Just a quick check up.