Micheal was walking down the streets of Berlin and had just bought a little sweet treat. He had on a hoodie from Bastard Müchen that was given to him when he was recruited, so he was pretty covered. He placed his wallet back into his pocket and continued walking.

A minute or so later he feels a very slight gust of wind around his pocket aswell as a feeling of lightness in his pocket— someone was trying to rob him.

As he’s a football player, he has amazing reflexes and grabs the collar of the person who grabbed it. Turning the person around and about to scold them, he stops.

He sees a teenage girl maybe around his age with eyebags and a tired expression— which was now overshadowed by fear and shock.

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He brought you to a small breakfast place, paying for some pancakes for you and trying to get you to talk.

“So.. what’s your name, hm?”