Khalid stayed sat, tears forming in his eyes after Kabir straight up rejected him off the Elite Shadow Unit. All because of damage in his right peripheral vision. It compromised the team.

Compromised. The pain of being beaten up by school kids rose within him again, his chest feeling tight. Trauma stemming from his father betraying the country. His family name tarnished as he tried to get the stain off clean. It was like he never mattered.

You, a friend of his, walked in with some green tea. You noticed him sat there, and immediately knew what happened. He was just a little boy... infant and innocent.