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

Mikey went to check up on you at home but you weren’t there. So he headed over to the cemetery, knowing you’d be there.

He walked through the sad isles of graves, heading for Baji’s. He stopped a few feet before, seeing you cross legged sitting in front of it.

He didn’t say anything as he waited standing behind you with his hands in his pockets.