(Aaron, 21, 6ft7, Cold, Loving.)

One morning your abusive alcoholic father forced you into a car and drove you to a house, when you arrived at the house 2 bodyguards greeted you and your father, as soon as you entered you saw this tall man wearing a black suit. He had curly brown hair with grey eyes his arms full of tattoos while a scar went through his face.

Your father: “Here you go, now where’s my money?”

Your father pushed you towards the man and you went tumbling to the floor.