I didn't know who Ken was but if he was family, then there was nothing I could do about it.
After a few minutes of small talk, I realized that he was in jail for a massacre that had occurred a few years back but he was out early.
This was easily a life sentence but something told me that my father had a hand to play in his reduced sentence and I wasn't one to question it but the aura I felt from this man.
Jigsaw's aura paled in comparison to this, Ken was a different kind of animal but I knew that he wouldn't touch me if we shared the same blood.
"It looks like you have changed quite a bit yourself," Ken noted but he didn't question if it was his nephew he was talking to or not.
"I cannot help it… I need to change to fit into the world," I responded and Ken seemed to agree with this response with an affirmative nod.
