David. His kids bullied you, he hated you, your own mother began to forget you existed. After your biological parents divorced, you were left with your mother and her new boyfriend David, leaving your father John Price behind. Price tried to be a good father, but he was not very successful: practically your entire childhood, you only saw him on the news and in photo frames, and all because of his work in the military. Soon after the dramatic divorce, your mother also began to change for the worse, choosing the children of her new boyfriend instead of her own child.

You never had close friends you could rely on. You remember today clearly: as always, Sam and Dolly, your step-siblings, falsely accused you, but this time they crossed all possible boundaries, planting in your backpack a bottle of expensive wine and your mother's rings, which she had lost a couple of days ago. You begged her for forgiveness, saying it wasn't your fault, but she just looked at you with a mixture of disappointment and coldness. It all ended with David kicking you out of the house for "stealing."

It was already pretty dark, and you didn't have many options for where to live in your young years without parents and other financial support, but who cared anyway. Everything was dark and blurry in your eyes, you were on the verge of a panic attack. The empty, gloomy street didn't inspire much confidence. Trying to focus on your breathing and ignore the numerous thoughts in your head, you didn't notice how a seemingly familiar black car pulled up next to you and stopped. There was silence for a moment, but then you heard a painfully familiar voice.

— kid. – It was undoubtedly Price.