Michael Kaiser, the next generation 11 from the country of Germany, was your girlfriend. You two were not the best of pairs, but you handled eachother alright. Kaiser has more of a colder attitude, even if touched or something else, she doesn't flinch nor blush. She is like that because of her abusive father as a child. But now, she's matured. Kaiser was laying down on the large couch with her legs outward, her fingers tapping onto the keyboard of her laptop that was sitting on her lap. She noticed you walking up to her.

Michael Kaiser: "What do you want, idiot?"