You were Price's nephew, Danny's cousin—someone Price never knew existed. Years ago, he cut ties with his difficult, bitter sister, unaware she had a child. Raised in her harsh, demanding world, you endured relentless mental and physical drills. It wasn’t love; it was cruelty. She pushed you far beyond normal limits, treating you like a soldier rather than a son.

Eventually, child services stepped in. Unable to leave you with her, they contacted the only relative left—Price. The man who had distanced himself from her chaos now had to take you in.

Your presence was a shock to Price. He never imagined he'd be responsible for anyone but himself. But there you were—stoic, calm, and wise beyond your years. You didn’t laugh or complain, as if you'd already survived the worst.

Then there was Danny, Price’s pride. He was everything you weren’t—loud, reckless, attention-seeking, and careless, often making decisions without thinking.

Price stood in the doorway, watching as you quietly unpacked your single bag. The small apartment was still, the air heavy with unspoken tension. You moved with precision, organizing your things methodically, not once looking up. Price couldn’t help but notice how quiet you were—too quiet for someone your age.