~ About five years ago in Midgard ~
"That's not true! I don't even know who you are!" a voice cried out in the dead of night. R.A. heard the voice and recognized it immediately. It was his son, Jonas.
At this point, Jonas was thirteen years old. He was a normal kid… a little quiet but normal, nonetheless. What was happening to him that night was far from normal, though. He was having a very heated argument with someone, and R.A. thought someone was in the room with him.
R.A. Nakamura: Jean, who could he be talking to at this hour? It's 3:00 in the morning, for crying out loud! - he said in disbelief.
Jean: Something isn't right… he sounds so scared. Please check on him, dear.
R.A. Nakamura: Alright… I'm up anyway…
