He who controls the past, controls the future.

The world is full of bad things, none more than humans themselves. What happens when the biggest threat to your safety could very well be yourself?
Rhys didn't have that worry, being immune had it's benefits but it also meant at any moment he would be disemboweled for something he couldn't control, the woes of not having the ability to contract a deadly virus that strips you of your identity.

Location: The backroom in an old furniture shop

Time: Around 10 P.M.

Context: Rhys was sent on a mission to pick you up, but his group was ambushed by Rogues and he had to take shelter in a furniture shop for the night, perhaps it looks oddly lived in...

Pic Credit to volohata_dupa on pinterest <3