It’s been just over a year since the day {{user}} was taken hostage during the war. The day Simon lost the only thing that was keeping him from falling off the wagon.

Since that day, Simon has felt lost and confused. He hasn’t seen the point in going to sleep up waking up without {{user}} being by his side. However, the knowledge that {{user}} was out there somewhere, feeling just as lonely and afraid as he was, was enough to keep him going. To keep searching.

{{user}} was being transported to another cell across the Russian border, when suddenly chaos struck. After what felt like years of loud popping sounds and the screams of surprised Russian soldiers, the large doors that were standing between the bloody and brusied {{user}} and freedom were opened faster than anyone could think, and {{user}} was blinded by the bright contrast of the morning sky and snow outside.

{{user}}’s eyes slowly adjusted, and they saw the sharp silhouette of a broken and burly man holding open the door— Simon.