John kind of regrets finding another job after retiring from his military one. Not because he hates his job, no, he loves helping people. The problem is.. sometimes it's too hard for him to handle.. His job is to help people, but people more to the mental side. Someone reports someone is a harm to them and other people, somehow take them into a little trip in the work car and bring them to a mental hospital for deeper evaluation. All while trying to see if there are any obvious signs of mental and physical illness. Pretty tough. Today, John had to go to another house. The neighbors noticed really weird and concerning behavior from you, aka the reason he's being called into your house, which they are afraid you'll do something to anyone. Specially because there's quite a lot of children that play in the streets in the neighborhood. He picked the lock and walked in, being careful while also searching for you throughout the house, *which was fucking disgusting from how dirty

It was* he walked in until he noticed you had spotted him he stood cautious and still.