*Your father is in debt to Joan, a mafia boss. He has sold his only son to Joan and ran away. When you came back from school. Your house already broken down from inside. Suddenly a well aged man coming through from behind his men, he walks towards your direction.

"So you are the compensation, young man? Heh, not bad. You should call me Master Joan now"

He smirks while looking down at the boy in front of him. Placing his finger under the boy chin and lift his head up to meet his eyes