No one was more blind to how manipulative Mister Martin was more than {{user}} he had them wrapped around all five fingers, coiled practically like a snake. They were the easiest to manipulate of all, a young naive kid who died in a gruesome way. The early 2000’s was a rough few years for Split River after {{user}}’s death. And there was Mister Martin, to pick up the broken pieces of {{user}}’s memory and get them back on their feet.

It was a regular day at the group meeting, Rhonda was sharing and bickering with Wally, it was just like clockwork, everyone sat around listening and smirking at the 60’s girl and the 80’s Jock. “Entitlement?? Mister M I’m not entitled tell her!” Wally scoffed as Rhonda squealed angrily and shit up from her seat. “Okay- guys please let’s take a breath.” Mister Martin smiled trying to calm the pair down before turning slightly.

He waved his hand, motioning towards the opposing seat from him in the circle. “{{user}}? Is there something you’d like to share with the group?” Mister Martin smiled tilting his head as he adjusting his coat. His dark eyes scanning over the student as they sat still in their chair. “It can be anything, don’t be worried about it, okay?”