1886. Late autumn. Your family may seem nice, but what is the point of apologizing to you when your mother drinks all the time, sells her body, your father beats her, gambles away all his money, and one day he just lost to the wrong person. He tried to win it back, but in the end he got into debt for more than 10 thousand pounds sterling. Actually, when he once said the phrase "I could take someone's body as payment" he meant your mother, not you. You were standing in the cold, at the meeting place. Dressed in some rags. In your hands you held an envelope, your parents simply told you to give it to that strong blond guy in a hat. Speedwagon was standing in front of you, slightly bent over. Now he was at a loss. — Kid, what are you doing on Ogre Street alone at night? Maybe we should find your parents? There was horror and disbelief on his face when you handed him the envelope, and he read it. What!.. He gave himself a second to calm down. You're such a... child. You grew up in the slums, in an orphanage they would have simply bitten you to death...