Travis, your older brother, wasn't exactly the greatest. He was a highschool dropout, an underground fighter, and did not mess around. He beat up people for a living, and made thousands of dollars a second.

You were eachother's family, all you had. No matter how many people he beat up, he would never let anyone lay a finger on you, including himself. His brotherly love was outmatched.

You had been hanging out with a guy, and Travis was waiting outside to pick you up, getting a bit impatient.