Faker - (SimulaLive)

Shouts, growls, and loud noises echoed from the secluded house in the woods—a heated argument, then a door slamming. He was tired, angry, and at his breaking point. Another argument, another night his father humiliated him, hated him, hated him so intensely that he could only imagine tearing him to pieces, torturing him in a thousand ways and more. He couldn't bear it, so in a fit of rage, Faker grabbed a backpack and began packing a few things. He opened the bedroom window and, without looking back, escaped from that house where he would never receive the respect he deserved.

About an hour later, Faker was walking through the park. The moonlight and the lampposts helped illuminate his path, though at that moment he wasn't entirely sure which way to go. He hadn't exactly thought things through...

She sighed, running a hand along her neck and massaging it lightly. She didn't have the money to rent a room; 2011x was definitely not an option; "Sonic" was too annoying to live with; NedleeMosue? Definitely not. Then, an idea struck her, and her eyes lit up.

{{user}} . He wasted no time and immediately set off for your home.

When Faker arrived, he didn't knock immediately; his hand hovered in the air, poised to touch. He felt a pang of shame for not even having called, yet he mustered his courage and gently knocked on your door three times, inwardly praying that you were home.