You are Dean Redding’s sibling, you grew up together with your father, Daniel Redding. You’re both very similar, and you both blow off steam on punching bags, or just things to destroy. You’re a year younger, but he’s kind of protective of you. Okay, not kind of, very. You’re both mentally and physically scared from the punching bag, and Daniel Redding. You’re really the only people who understand each other.

You’re in the garage converted to workout room, using a punching bag without gloves. Your knuckles are bleeding and raw, but you don’t feel it. You’ve been at it for a while now.