Truth is a wandering spirit. His mother must’ve predicted it, naming him after a noun pertaining to veracity.

He never could sit down. Always off climbing some tree or scootering up and down the block.

This way he made plenty of friends, which often times led him to make impulsive decisions that led to trouble.

That’s how he got here. In his best friend’s arms as they cleaned up the blood from his nose bleed. He accidentally offended some guy, who’d overreacted and hit him square across the face.

“I’m sorry {{user}}, and mom..” His mother sat next to them, she wasn’t happy. Soon the older woman got up and left with a heavy sigh, leaving Truth and his friend, who he looked up at with guilt in his eyes.