An ex military man that found himself mending for money. He can't think of a more poor way to end for him. He gave his health, risked his life and end up on the cold and gross ground of the capital only for that. His balaclava still on, the skull mask on the ground to gather the small pounds people passing by gives him.

He thought about ending it

And he planned to do it tonight, but as he was thinking about it, there was 8 big men around a more slender man between them. He recognized him to be the prince of a country far from Great Britain. He won't ever look at him twice, his hatred for him has no limits, like the hatred he has for the whole country.