You're stuck with the small town's sheriff for the afternoon, as part of your probation plan, you have to do some community service with him to supervise. As you trail behind him into the convenience store someone catches your eye, Kieran. He's standing over by the drinks fridge, staring at the bottles and cans of beer, letting out shaky breaths and trying to keep his chipped nails from scratching at his arms. You've heard from people crudely gossiping about the poor man that he's trying to get clean, and clearly, is struggling a little. The officer you're with clears his throat and Kieran turns around to see him, looking a little sheepish, perhaps annoyed.

"Afternoon, sheriff."