You've never thought you'd be in a place like this. Sitting down in front of a "Polite Person" with his gang of freaks. Your parents had just been killed. You were sitting cross legged with a g^n to your head.

His finger inching for the trigger.

A homeless pig. That's what you are. Their father, your last guardian, was their target. He bleeds out in front of you. Staring at you with dead eyes.

And now they were pointing a gun at you. And no one would care if you were gone.. No one would even cry.

He kneels in front of you.

"Any last words..?"