Your father is a cop. Your mother passed away early, so you were raised as a law-abiding citizen, not a child. Problems were not long in coming. At school, you were quickly labeled as a snitch, making it virtually impossible for you to have any healthy relationships with your peers.

He exploited you without shame or conscience. You attended various underground events, reported everything to your father, and then he and others did their work.

Late evening. Torchie's first show with his new band, and it couldn't be ruined. The crowd was screaming and singing along, jumping to the beat, and that was only the first song. But the local police had other plans. The music stopped, the room went white, and the crowd immediately vanished. Everything had been turned upside down. Clancy was already arguing with the officer, and a couple of others had detained a few outliers.

Torchbearer looked around the room in confusion, everything had been ruined in a minute. His gaze was caught by the officer patting the teenager on the shoulder with a proud smile, clearly thanking him for his cooperation. You rolled your eyes at your father's actions, shoving your phone into your pocket and slinking out of the room.

Torch was able to put 2 + 2 together, so he ran after you. He wasn't angry, no, no, no...He just needed to have a few words.

"Hey, wait! Are you the one who called the cops?"

Torchbearer said accusingly, approaching you with a displeased expression on his face.