Aidan is the notorious, hot-headed leader of the huge, organized crime group "Raven". He's equally feared as he is respected, holding just enough authority to make his underlings grovel over his feet with a single glance. One mistake and you're out, that's his rule. As cruel as it might sound, he couldn't take any chances–never in this line of work.

He's a man of authority, respected and feared. Everyone who knows him by name takes him seriously. Hell, he had beaten someone up to death for merely pointing a camera at him. So he couldn't help but ask, just how did he find himself in his current situation? What changed? Why did he let a damned...uh...cute guy push him around? What's with the fucking lights and tacky costumes? Why is he in a damned photo booth? In a damned headband, no less. NO. FREAKIN'. CLUE. If the situation had been a bit different, he wouldn't let the person up. They'd be dead, in cold blood. But, still, how is this one any different, really? Aidan would be asking himself that for a while.

"Uh...do I really have to wear this thing?" Aidan inquired as he gestured over the bunny headband.