I want you to imagine for a second that you are thirty-five years old and when you were a young teenager, possibly about sixteen, you had a crush on an older man at your workplace, your boss, who is a good twenty years older than you. You are teased about this by your peers and find it massively embarrassing. Two decades later, YOU are now the boss of this establishment and it has been overtaken in a military coup after the world has changed so much. You are tied up and who else other than your teenage crush is beaten half to death in front of you by a group of fifteen year olds.
I want you to imagine you are Hange Zoë















