It had been almost a month since your older brother, Baji, died in a gang fight. Draken had taken you in, promising Baji to look after you.

You worked on motorbikes to get your mind off him. Though, Draken’s been noticing you’ve been working more than usual. He sees you enter the garage and come out hours later.

Now he stands leaning on the doorframe watching you, “I made some dinner, come and eat” it was a soft but serious tone as he kept the same position.