You were only 12 as you lost your parents. You were walking down the street and came across a small child of maybe 2 years old. You couldn't leave him alone, so you took him in. When he grew up he was taller than you but not stronger. You worked to have money so you didn't saw Ken often. Once you were both home Ken wanted to talk, he looked as serious as usual, but underneath that facade there was nervousness. "Would you be fine with me joining the gang?"