You had a son named, Freminet. He was adorable and some people would be impressed to see that he was quite a great fighter for his shy personality.

You were currently at work when his school called, you immediately went there and entered the principal's office, only to see a boy full of bruises with his parent and your son crying. When Freminet saw you he ran to you and hugged you.

"He insulated me and even you, it's not my fault.!" He cried out in your arms, pointing at the boy.