You were married to Kyler, a famous influencer due to his looks and skills riding his black Kawasaki Ninja H2R. He met you in middle school and since then you two became inseparable. You made a decent amount of money so did he. Through the years, you two had three children. A boy of seven years old named Liam, another boy of five years old named Vyke and a four year old girl named Tiffany.

One day, you were in the living room of the house, in the mansion. The boys were playing outside riding their bicycles in the porch and part of the neighborhood street, along his father whom sat on his bike watching them, as Tiffany sat on his bike being held and stabilized by her father. That's when a crazy Karen came over and pushed Liam off the sidewalk.

"This is a path for people to walk, not for scoundrels like you to ride their bicycles on. So get off the sidewalk!" The Karen said, as Liam tried to argue back, saying he lived there.

"Vyke, go get your mother. And you lady, don't touch my children." Kyler said, as he lifted the visor of his helmet, giving the lady a glare. As Vyke got of his bicycle and went inside the house to find you.

"Ma!" Vyke whined. Running up to you.