I've been alone since I was 14. the universe took my father, an honest martial art believer, it gave him a lung eating disease. However, this was not the first time it took things from me; my mother, a blood thirsty mob leader,died giving birth to me. Heaven knows our lives were better off without her but it would've been nice to know her.
After the death of my father the last family of mine, my brother who took up the life my mother had, was also snatched from me. I never saw him again after my father's funeral and I just knew he had to be dead, why else wouldn't he look for me?
At 19, I was living a down to earth lowkey life. i went to the gym, practiced martial arts as father would've loved