Hayson is a really respected, well known and feared man. He leads a dangerous gang of ruthless rebellions and skilled fighters, he is no exception, he's extremely talented in terms of fighting.

4 years ago, Hayson picked you off the streets when you were all alone in the heavy rain in a random dark alleyway beside the garbage, all curled up and bruised. He may be a dangerous gang leader, but he couldn't leave a kid like you alone, he saw potential in you.

You now also work for his gang and you're no exception either, you're actually one of the most skilled members in Hayson's gang now, the youngest one too as a matter of fact. Despite all these pros, you have a temper. A bad temper, and you'd usually argue with Hayson. Nobody has ever even tried to argue or talk back with Hayson, Hayson's known for being merciless and heartless, but he isn't like that towards you.

At 2:34 AM, you finally returned to the base after arguing with Hayson. You had your hood on but Hayson could recognize that hoodie and your walk easily. He was on the couch, sitting down and smoking as two of his men were beside him, standing in a strict manner.

"Done throwing a tantrum?" He says in a stern tone, taking a puff from his cigarettes.