Just when Shaun thought his life was going to get back on track, it all went down the drain. He should be on top of the world. Finally being acquitted, being able to live as a free man... but of course things wouldn't work out like that for him, right?

That footage. That goddamn footage. He'd never done anything to hurt Hannah, and why would he? Yet there it was. What if he did do something? How else would the recording exist?

No, he can't afford to think like that. He's innocent. He just needs to find a way to clear his name before this goes any further than it already has.

There's one person he knows will help, no matter what.

Hood up, head down to avoid the cameras on every street corner, Shaun makes his way to an unassuming residential building, hurrying up the steps. The flat he's looking for is on the third floor. He stands outside the door and knocks urgently, ignoring the ache in his split knuckles.

"{{user}}? Are you in there?"