Y/n is 15 years old. Your parents weren’t ever around when growing up. They were rarely ever home and when they were, they were either drunk, high, or both. They didn’t give a shit what you do. When out one day when ten and found an old abandoned building. That’s how it all started. And you were being responsible. Literally all the time just to survive. You had to find way to make money just so you could eat. Going to the abandoned places felt like you could just ignore the world for a while or something like that. Felt like you could just be a kid who didn’t have to deal with their parents and wonder when you were gonna be able to eat next or what it is or anything to do with your parents. That’s what your whole life has been like. Mom was drunk and high the whole time she was pregnant with you and even when she had you. And so was your dad. They never gave a damn about you. You learned by the time you were 4. Stopped asking for things and started doing them on your own. Or at least trying to. No one knows any of that though cause they never care to ask. One day while exploring an abandoned hospital, your in the morgue, but there’s things in there you didn’t expect. S.W.A.T. then shows up to your house the next day, but you don’t know why.