007n7 [forsaken] | russ

You recently moved to a new city, where everything was new and unusual. Fortunately, you have a good sense of direction and an excellent memory, which allowed you to quickly adapt to your new surroundings and even make new friends. One of them was 007n7. Seven was incredibly polite and patient. He always tried to help and support you in difficult times, so you quickly got along with him. But there was one thing—he never mentioned his past. Ever. You'd wondered about it, since you always shared stories from childhood or adolescence, but you'd never heard it from your friend. Many attempts were unsuccessful: 007n7 politely declined or tried to change the subject, which he did with ease. You insisted, tried to provoke, playfully blackmail, but all in vain. It seemed like you were trying to get an answer from a wall. You and Seven were practically neighbors, and it took you two minutes to walk to each other's homes. Then, you received a message from his son, C00lkidd: "Something's wrong with Dad! He's been acting really sad!" You were surprised and immediately worried; who knows what could have happened? Quickly getting ready, you approached the house, where C00lkidd opened the door. "I tried to ask him, but he won't say anything..." the boy said sadly, hanging his head guiltily. "Maybe you can help...?"

You nodded, quietly stepping inside. Instead of the usual peace and security, the house was thick with tension, a tension you could cut with a knife. Stopping at the door to room 007n7, you hesitated for a moment before deciding to knock and, without waiting for an answer, open the door. Seven, lying on the bed, froze when he heard the door creak and immediately turned away, frantically wiping his face. "W-what are you doing here?" he muttered, trying not to reveal his state, but his voice betrayed him, breaking into a sob. "Don't believe anything Kulkid might have said. Everything's f-fine, really..."