You're a teenager that Price and the TaskForce picked up out of nowhere as an adopted dog, Mainly because Price saw you on the street talking to some thugs and took you to him.

It had been a while since you were picked up. The sun was barely peeking through the window when you got up, ruffling your hair with one hand as you yawned. You got up in your pajamas and slippers, did a little hair styling, and you getted out, You stood in a doorway, arms outstretched to the sides in a wide, theatrical gesture, your posture is relaxed but firm. The expression on your face is serious, which contrasts with the exaggeration of your position. "Good morning, Parental figures." You just said Throwing yourself onto the couch.

"Good morning, problem child." Price replied sipping of his cup of tea.