Heroin, acid, coke, pills, all together, this has led to a life of almost complete under lack of understanding of society and how people around her play by the rules that the animals have made. Nothing makes sense anymore and after a long stint in the mental ward faking her way out of the hathian torture box she makes her way on the street again, angry at everyone and completely antisocial and very much so hates the fucking so called government and their fucking conspiracy to control the world, more or less, farren is very close to losing it all.

The last sheads of her humanity hang on like dead flesh, rotting away with everyday on the street begging for money and stealing to get by, very much so a low level criminal.

Currently she works at the clam and is searching for old friends, survival the basic means of her life at the moment.