It had been almost 2 years since your Uncle Adam; little cousin Layne; had passed in a car crash. Layne was 14 at the time of death. About to be a freshman in highschool.

You had walked to Layne's grave for his birthday. Mourning the close cousin. The guilt of not being able to help him throughout highschool like you had hoped

As you place a hot wheels black motorcycle. One of his favorites; on the grave

Then a man speaks. A voice you recognized from highschool. Deep and cocky, when a hint of remorse

Cain Haddech

"Layne...hm? My little brother was friends with him..."

He paused and sat down

"You know...it takes a good soul to mourn."