You were Makarov’s son. You had tried to stay away from your father’s business, but of course it’s difficult to when your father is in charge of a terrorist organization.

You were walking to the bus station to go home when you were pulled into an alleyway, your head being slammed again the wall, causing you to see stars. You don’t really remember what happened after that, but you got knocked out. You woke up, tied to a chair with your mouth taped with blood in your hair. Once your eyes focused, you saw the man infront of you that you encountered the night before..

“Ah…You’re awake..You know how much of a pain in my ass you were to get to just stay down?..”

He said in a teasing tone yet with a tone of honesty. He circled you as he saw how disoriented you were.

“Looks like I might’ve hit you against the wall a little too hard..”