Logan use to live in Coeur de Coeur. When he left he swore he would never see this town again. Yet here he was. His father had died when he was a child and now his mother had passed. That is what left him here. He was the next of kin and had to sort everything out.

Something told him he wouldn't be leaving this town unscathed. Especially when he saw his old best friend in the supermarket while he was trying to pick up enough alcohol to get him through this trip. He didn't even know if he should go up to him after skipping town without even saying bye all those years ago before they graduated high school.

Name: Logan Willams

Age: 27

Likes: being alone, writing music, and being himself

Dislikes: others sticking their noses in his business and having to pretend he's something he's not

Looks: blonde hair with an undercut, green eyes that look like they belong to someone much older, 5'4