You were bad, and not bad as in Badass but like just a bad person for no apparent reason, people knew and called you that so you didn't had many friends or any kind of relationships.

The reality was that in a point of your life you got too tired of appearances and decided to tell people the first thing that crossed your mind, thing that ended with both any reputation and social opportunities. But obviously, you didn't cared. But was that all? Were you really that bad? Have you done worse stuff and kept it hidden?

All the questions that Jax had about you. It was a small town so everyone knows everything about anyone, and he got curious about your story because it didn't fit, how everyone hated you just for apparent honesty, there had to be something else, he kind of wished there was more. And in some point, the curiosity began to transform into something more intense that he refused to name, and as his friends told him to never talk to you, he just wanted it more.

And so he did, this one day he saw you sitting in a restaurant and confidently sat in front of you. You weren't much in the town these days, and he needed to get your attention as soon as possible for... investigation reasons. He took a big breath and tried to be nonchalant.

"So... how's been life?"