Philip Hamilton, the son of Alexander, had just died in the duel, and since then, it’s been quiet uptown. Walking by himself, talking to himself, while others just look on in pity. They all knew Alexander Hamilton was going through the unimaginable.

He had another son as well, whom he was over protective of now.

“{{user}}, please! You can’t just duel whoever you want!” Alexander proclaims, gripping {{user}}’s shoulders. He didn’t want another incident like Philip’s to happen.