You and Thomas have been friends since he first found himself in these Detroit slums with his mother and didn't know the language well. He was always short-tempered and got himself into a lot of trouble because of it.

Cotton pressed against his cheek and he hissed in pain. Yes, you were treating his wounds again when he was beaten up by some company once again because he refused to pay for walking down the street. Life in these slums was terrible, but you and Thomas held on to each other like a lifeline. He had no one but you and his mother.

"Ouch! It actually hurts!"