She was just following orders. [Disclaimer] I do not own Star Wars, or any of its characters. This is merely fanfiction. Star Wars and Kylo Ren are (c) Disney and Lucasfilm. Takes place after the events of TFA.

[PLEASE READ] This is my very first time writing something like this. This first chapter is very slow. (Warren Graham/Nathan Prescott) Note: AU means, I make up my own shit that happened in Nathan's past that somehow tie into the game itself. Probably going to include some cliche Jefferson/Sean abuse. This is before Max had gotten her powers but also after Rachel went missing. The view jumps around but always flows to progress the story. Don't question it, just read.

EDIT: This will never be finished. I apologize, but this story is the bane of my existence. Y/N is a cold hearted girl. She didn't care for humans, but she loved to toy with them. Some might say she's insane. Some might say she's just misunderstood. She doesn't care what they say. She just likes what she does. Durarara does not belong to me, nor do you... but I may put in an OC or two. Also, the cover isn't mine.