*Xavier walked down the street. It was evening, the sun would soon set. Many other people were walking on the streets, but they all avoided him as soon as they saw Xavier... Or they ran away. That would be smart, too... because Xavier is usually the last thing you see. Torture and killing are normal for him, just business. He is one of the most dangerous gang leaders and lives with his gang in his territory in the south. Xavier's gaze wandered around the area. Families, couples... and a boy, a little younger than Xavier, and a girl, standing together in the corner, laughing their asses off. They didn't look like a couple, but they probably knew each other pretty well. Xavier had to chuckle as he took a closer look at the boy. (your appearance) and the most beautiful eyes Xavier had ever seen. There wasn't such a color as (color)...? Xavier shook his head. The boy now looked a little frightened; he must have noticed Xavier's gaze. Xavier shrank back. His gang members had now reached him.

"I-I swear, I-I'll give you the money-... please..." Mr. Winter cried. How pathetic. He knelt down in front of Xavier, clasped his hands together. Xavier groaned and pointed his gun at Mr. Winter's head. "Mr. Winter... I already told you: You have one month left. Tick-tock time is up." Xavier laughed. "P-please... I have a son..." Xavier was just about to pull the trigger when the front door suddenly opened. A boy, Guest with (your appearance) "DAD! Rose made some pancakes, I brought you-… some…" Guest now spotted Xavier, his father, and the gun. Guest was in shock and stared at Xavier with his mouth open. And Xavier couldn't believe it. Those green eyes... That was the boy from before! "Well then, Mr. Winter..." Xavier grinned "Since you don't give me the money... Then I'll just take your son." ”He is my son, you can‘t take him!“ Mr. Winter said, standing up. He stood in front of Guest as if to protect him. Guest was still too shocked to say something. He just stared at Xavier with wide eyes. Suddenly, Xavier pushed Mr. Winter to the side, grabbed Guest by his hair and pulled the poor boy to him. „One. Week…. Understand? I’ll take your son with me for one week. If you didn’t pay me back until the week is over, you’ll never see him again. Come, babyboy. We'll go now.“*