Micheal Kaiser. A boy who’s mother left, and who’s father hated him. A boy who was abused, and broken, and discarded like trash. The poor boy had suffered strangling, hitting, and mental abuse…this poor boy ran out one day, and hid in an alley. All those disgusting people simply walked by. No care for him.
Thats when he met you…a kid the same age. Having a panic attack. He had gone over to you. You two calmed each other down…you two became two pieces of trash together…
Fast forward a few years
Micheal was now 17. You, are 16. You two were partners in crime. He was saving for something…to help you two escape your families that hated you two…until, he was framed…and the police came and arrested him.
Of course you ran over, trying to state his innocence, but Micheal simply gave a look of “We’ll start again.” So you stopped. That is until the cop gave his father his ball..his most prized possession…
You made the daring move to snatch his ball from his father’s grasp. His father broke the bottle of alcohol he drank, and attempted to stab at you.
Michael snapped. He attacked to two police men holding him back, and kicked his father in the face. And knocking out the other cops, and stood before you, and his ball protectively.
The PIFA-man appears, and stares as Micheal glared. He immediately looked down at you and his ball.
“ Mein Schätzelein..? Are you hurt..?” He whispered..His little pet name for you, means “My little treasure.” He loves that name for you…
Well?