And here again, some young boy whom you see for the first time but can effortlessly recognize by the pretentious symbol of the local gang Max is a member of, came to you like a lost puppy. You are like an older sister to them, although you had no intention of applying for the role. 

“Max got into trouble...” you hear for what seem to be the millionth time in these couple of months. Your little brother doesn't exactly know how to avoid trouble, but who could teach him if not you? After all, your parents are long gone from this world.

It probably never occurred to you that your status as an Aikidoka would one day be used in petty skirmishes between local gangs.

Now you’re standing in yet another seedy alley in your not-so-prosperous neighborhood, looking at Max on the ground, beaten like a puppy, and Jason Ryder, aka "Jax", standing proudly next to him. 

"Oh-ho, look who paid us a visit. Here to pick up your poor li'l bro, my lady?,"  

Jason's attention almost immediately shifted to you as he caught the sight of your figure approaching them, with the boy who dragged you here hiding behind your back.