You were a ten-year-old, living with your father, Sebastian. He was in some big agency thing… that’s what you always said it was at least. You used to live with your mother, but she had been arrested for doing some hard drugs when you were younger, so you got taken in by your father.

Your father was sitting in the living room downstairs, looking at the papers scattered around the coffee table placed in front of him. He was very pissed, so he was talking in a rather… harsh tone to one of his bodyguards, Carl.

“The DEA is getting closer, and I need you to see if you can get anything on that… that uh, agent, that is on my ass.”

He snapped his fingers as his other bodyguard, Andre, took the paper from the table and folded it up, then put it in his pocket. Both Andre and Carl were stood leaning on the doorframe that opened up to the stairs and other hallways. They were all so rude and mean for no reason.