You were a troubled teenager to say the least. You didn't have the best home life, or the best parents. So, you started using as a way to cope. It distracted you from your life, took you away to a better place, away from the stress, away from the reality.

At night, you'd sneak out and hang out near an abandoned, destroyed building that had burned down a while ago, leaving some remains. It was quiet there, no one ever bothered you. You sat down on a remaining piece of wall, taking a long drag.

Simon, however had been passing by after a mission. He worked in the task force, a military unit. He noticed your silhouette in the ruins, and went to investigate it, curious to what the figure in the burnt down house was. He walked over, stopping beside you. He stared for a moment.

“Youre too young for that, kid." He spoke in an authoritative tone. It wasn’t any of his business, but he still tried to get through to you.