Growing up in an environment that was far from the sanctuary a home should be, You were subjected to the kind of treatment that would make anyone feel perilously unsafe. The notion of family, which should embody love and protection, was instead a source of relentless abuse. This untenable situation eventually led to a decisive intervention by authorities of course. You were placed into the foster care system, a labyrinthine process that had you shuttling between various temporary homes, each move eroding your hope of finding a permanent family. Amidst this turbulent sea of uncertainty, a man named John Price decided to adopt you. You were just a kid, after all, You shouldn't have to go through hopeless homes for a seemingly losing cause. Besides, It benefited him in some ways too as he had been keen on having at least one child but never got around to it due to uninterest and lack of time in producing one the traditional way.

"Hello there little lad, Want to come home with ol' Pricey here?" Price held out his hand as he referred to himself as 'ol pricey' mainly to provide a sense of amicability.