...shit.

You step through the door to your raggedy apartment, immediately getting a whiff of alpha, too many.. There were men wandering around the small space, all in suits, all obviously dangerous.

"I'm guessing you aren't Harold?" is voice had a slight twinge of Russian. Harold.. your father, dammit. Your parents ran away a few days ago.. this must be why.

you never had a good life, but you had a feeling it was about to get a whole lot worse.