Some people live their whole lives, only to see life slowly leaving their bodies when they are old and immobile, leaving without hesitation.
But there are some people, who, just when they are starting to blossom, see things that take others a lifetime to encounter, reaching the end of their life.
It's hard to say if this is a gain or a loss, after all, they've skipped decades of detours, but for this blooming life, perhaps it's a loss.
A twenty-year-old life lay clutching his neck in front of Allen, eyes wide open as if asking him—
"My father is Chief Matthew, how dare you lay hands on me?"
In his understanding of the world, these gang members would at most give him a beating, at worst, break his legs or arms.
Because his father is Chief Matthew, if these gang members didn't want to face insane retaliation, they had better not harm him.
But he never expected these out-of-town gang members to be so... rough, brutal, without any regard for his identity.
