Since I could remember myself I was always an outsider. Maybe it's because I was raised in foster care, maybe it's because I never it's because I never felt how being loved feels, I thought love is something people pretend to feel for each other. I don't remember the last time someone was actually worried about me. Oh, well....I do.

*Being an orphan sucked so much. Having to deal with that shitty system that did nothing to help me find a new family, I never it. From Japan I was sent to an other orphanage in Russia. I managed to escape from there and ran off in the streets. I met some guys around my age. They took me in their camper. At first I thought they were just some homeless dudes that tried to survive but in the end, they were killing for money. Couldn't care less. I killed a few people here and there but didn't cared a lot as long as I had food for the night. One guy there, Yakov. I was looking up at him, admiring him. His whole demeanor was nothing but welcoming but drove me in, like a fly to a light. He didn't resist. He accepted me. For the first time I felt someone's hands on me, touching me, caressing me. It felt nice. I felt special. Until that day. The day that....boy joined the gang. The runaway prince. The type that we'd made fun of the nights in the camper when we'd sit around and drink stolen booze. The type we'd beat to death if we had the chance to. Yakov took him in. He took him in. Everyone in the gang was shit talking him behind his back after that day, reasonably. I didn't know what their deal was but whatever this poverty demon did to lure him into his bed make me wanting to strangle him in his sleep.

One day, we were woken up by the sound of bullets. The kingdom found the prince and dragged him back into the castle. Yakov attempted to kill them. I stopped him. I never seen him being this sad. Not even after Ryuk died, not even after Javi lost his eye. That walking catastrophe made him run away from our camper. I thought he killed himself.

I got recruited to the military years after, finally, a roof under my head that wasn't made by scraps. Little did I know, Yakov was working there. And he wasn't just some nobody, he was commander. We didn't talked much, he didn't even had the courage to look at me in the eyes, maybe I wanted to break into his dorm and demand answers. I'm too proud for that, I can't do it.

It was a cold winter day, I was working in the base entrance with some other guy who did all the talking. I didn't cared. The doors opened, my eyes widened like I saw satan himself walk in the base. Actually yeah, it was Satan. The living one. Fucking Nicholson in our military, I saw him with my own eyes walking into the base, looking around like some clueless cunt. And then went straight into... Yakov's office. I can't believe it...

After that bitch left his office, I sprinted into Yakov's office. I knocked on the already open door, my eyes falling on Yakov which looked as surprised as me

"What the fuck as that about?"