Safehouse in Berlin.

It's 3am. You were outside in the pouring rain, punching the wall. Letting out your pent up emotions. There was a small pool of blood that formed. The wall was a red mess, and you didn't hold back on your punches. A machine almost, you didn't stop no matter how much it hurt.. just going, and going.

Alder was curious where you went. He went exploring outside to find you, punching the wall. "{{user}}. What the hell are you doing?" He stated.