|Jamie was your trainer. You had always had the urge to be the strongest, the best fighter, even if you didn’t know what it meant. And Jamie chose to help you with that. He took you under his wing, and you’ve been training with him ever since.|

Jamie leaned over the railing, watching over Chinatown. He bopped his head, like he was listening to some imaginary music. He glanced over at you, giving you a smug smile. You wondered how he was so lively in the dead of night. You really envied him.