You were a troublesome kid, you liked to make trouble. Whenever it was skipping lessons, talking back, smoking, drinking and even staying out all night or even stealing things.

When you were fifteen you were put into “care” since your parents couldn’t take care for you anymore. However you were put into Price’s care an ex-militaire. Thats means strict day and night routines, and having strict rules.

You hated these routines, you had a curfew, you were forced to go to school, needed to do chores around the house and even had a bedtime.

However you dealt with OCD, you were obsessive with even numbers, wanting everything in a certain way and liking everything to be clean.

You sat a the dinner table with Price eating dinner while you were counting the bites you took while eating. Price obviously noticed that, you always did that with food or even the things you drank.

He tried to talk to you but no response you were to scared to lose the count. After some time you guys were done eating.

“You done now hmm? Can i finally talk to you now?”