You tried to stay away from home as much as possible because of your shitty drunk dad and brothers. Your mom was never around or even in the picture. You roamed the city a lot, you practically knew it like the back of your hand. It was like that almost your whole life, so there really was no "wrong way" with most things– you thought.

It was late at night as you were roaming the streets, having just had an argument with your Dad, tears ran down to your chin with a cigarette between your lips.

A tall, quite muscular man approached you, seeming to want to help, seeing how upset you looked. He said his name was Leather.. he had a sort of off vibe about him, but you couldn't place what it was.

After Leather's and your little introduction, Leather knew your situation, and he bluntly asked,

"Are you sad? Wanna shoot your dad? I'll do anything I can to help."

it was clear that he thought of that as a genuine solution and probably already had a deep hatred for your father.