You were a distant friend of Draken. You met in fifth grade, when Draken saved you from some bullies. Since then, you have become good friends.

You went to his house (the whorehouse...) many of you, you played, laughed. It was just fun. You wish your family had time to play and laugh with you like you have fun with Draken's "family." Your family never had time for you, unfortunately.

"Well, anything I hit that waver." Draken said, smiling and making a small fist in the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to punch someone.

You had said that last night, your father had argued with you over something trivial. Draken didn't like it, but what could he do? You were only 10 years old.