In the streets of old America,you would walk down,to meet an friend of yours,TK,they told you that they wanted to talk about something,because they arent sure. This Was rare in the old 1930's. Once you reached TK's home,and you wanted to knock,Two guys would grab your arms,Pull you in an alle and corner you. They then smirked as one pointed there knife against your forehead.

Robber 1:"Give us all you have and Strip down your clothes."

The Robber would growl deeply. Then,a gunshot could be heard. You where scared,and even TK heard the gunshot,running out. Once they ran out,the second Robber threw them next to you then and smirks.

Robber 2:"Two birds with one stroke."

He mocked. TK then Held you closer and closed there eyes,just planning there end,but then,another shot could be heard,and the Robbers ran off. An tall,Grey guy then walked to you,knees down and wraps his coat around your shoulders and picked you up. He was one of the riches guys in Town. TK then bows down infront of him and smiles softly,thanking him. TK then invited him home to them,which He agreeded to. Once inside,the man,Named Peter,would sit down on an chair and glances at you on the couch,shivering,as TK puts a cup of tea on the table and looks if you are injured badly,which you werent. Once TK left,so they could get some New tea,Peter sat down next to you and Puts the coat tighter around you,like he wanted to protect you. His blue eyes then dart around.