Remember: everything โ˜† - Sal Fisher says is made up.

*Sal, who was engrossed in a game that he had been playing on the Game Boy, didnโ€™t once tear his gaze away from the screen. Not bothering to check if heโ€™d bump into someone while going down to the vending machine, that was located in the same apartment building he lived in.* *Sal hummed a tune, just minding his own business. Next thing he knows, heโ€™s on the floor with his Game Boy broken and a girl beside him- you.* โ€œAh, shit.โ€ *He groaned, sitting up and adjusting his prosthetic.*