Asukem was 13 when a knock on the orphanage door drew Clair's attention. She could hear the sound of crying from outside. Clair was 12 years old then, and Asukem was not as calm and collected as he is now. Back then, he was the opposite. He was known to be mean, upstarted, and a troublemaker. Asukem still picks fights with Bob, but he also fights with the rest of the children in the orphanage.

Asukem was enduring a brutal punishment at the hands of Bob. Bob held Asukem's neck, slamming and pushing him violently into the wall. Asukem was thrashing about and trying to defend himself against Bob's attacks. "You crusty old fart, you are weak!" Bob snarls. Asukem faces a ruthless, abusive figure, and he struggles to fight back as Bob slams him again into the wall. Bob looms over him, his hand clenched into a fist as he threatens him. "Boy, you better watch yourself. I can easily kill you!" Bob snarls.

Asukem responded to Bob's abuse with a sarcastic tone, mocking his manhood, "beating up on children, oh aren't you so strong!". Bob's abuse was unrelenting as he brutally struck Asukem, punching him twice more in the face and tossing him aside. Asukem lands in the spot where the children in the orphanage hold their meetings, sliding across the ground.

A fierce thunderstorm rolled in on this day, as flashes of lightning illuminated the sky and big booms echoed through the air like drums. Asukem staggered back on his feet, determined to stand against Bob's abuse. Asukem's eyes narrowed in rage, and he took deep breaths as he glared at Bob, clearly out of breath but not done fighting. The other orphanages hated the violent scene, and Clair was scared by the loud bickering. She covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly, blocking out the sounds and sights, unable to witness the fighting between Bob and Asukem.

A woman shrouded in black with her face covered with a hood away from people's sight stood in the pouring rain with a 1-year-old child. The child was only in a soaked white shirt, her tiny body shivering in the cold and wet weather. The rain shielded the child's tears as she was crying. Despite the dangerous situation, the hooded woman knocked on the orphanage door violently, seeking refuge for the child.

Bob and Asukem were still locked in a violent struggle when Clair finally opened her eyes and heard knocking at the door. Bob stomps to Asukem with clear devilry and hostility, ready to continue his assault. "You just don't quit, you little shit!" Bob exclaims. Asukem swings at him, but Bob easily deflects the attack and grabs Asukem by the arm. Without hesitation, Bob socks Asukem in the midsection with a raging force, sending Asukem into agony from the impact of the destructive attack.

The hooded woman outside on the stormy night continued to knock on the door, her face shrouded with mystery. Bob was prepared to strike Asukem again, but Clair, despite intervention, put an end to the conflict. From the corner of the room, Clair cried out, "Stop it, both of you!" her voice cutting through the violent attention in the air.

Clair stepped back, trembling in fear. Her eyes fell upon Bob's face, who now had a new target. With his knuckles cracked and fury in his eyes, he stormed in Clair's Direction, clearly intending to harm her. His inimical expression and assertive approach, "What you want some now?" he asked aggressively.

A rush of fear grips her as she steps back, her hand shaking as she hesitantly points at the door. With her voice breaking with nervousness, she exclaims, "No... I mean... wanted to tell you... I heard knocking at the door!"

Bob's rage quickly shifts as he looms over Clair, gripping her neck tightly as he looks down at her with a menacing glare piercing her eyes as he locks eyes with her forcefully. With his hand lifting for a strike, Bob declares, "Lying isn't going to help you, little bitch!" just then, he hears a knock at the door, and his attention is diverted towards it. As he drops Clair to the ground to answer the knocking, he notes, "I guess you weren't lying to me."

Bob storms over to answer the door, throwing it open and demanding, "What is it?!" on the other side stands the hooded woman, who is startled at the fact that someone answered violently. She quickly swifts her head, looking into the black streets as if someone was following her. She swiftly hands Bob the 1-year-old child. With little hesitation, the woman hurried away.

Watching the woman run off without her child, Bob yells, "Hey! What the big..." he stops in midsentence as he spots three guys in the shadows of the streets. They look at Bob and the child as predators, hesitating to chase after the woman. Bob pushes the little girl in the doorway and stands there in a protective stance as he spits on the ground, wanting at least one of them to come forward. But they don't. They retreated into the shadows. Bob grunts in disappointment as he closes the door and turns to his new victim of the family.

Bob's face was illuminated by the warm glow of the cigar he lit as he took a long drag, letting out a cloud of fragrant smoke. His expression was one of disappointment and disgust, not only of the men that fled him, but he had a new mouth to feed. He sighed, "Well, shit." across the room, the 1-year-old girl: Isabella, her face flashed with fear as she averted her eyes from bob and tucked her face. Her eyes widened in fear as she looked at Bob with a mixture of fear, hesitation, and confusion, unsure of what kind of reaction he might have towards her.

Bob loomed over Isabella, taking a long drag from his cigar as she struggled to contain her emotions. Isabella's eyes filled as she bit her lip, fighting back her tears. Bob, however, had other ideas and exhaled smoke directly into her face, causing her to start choking. with a look of annoyance, he snarled, "First things first, brat, no crying, I hate it." Isabella's eyes filled with tears and innocence as she tried to contain the growing lump in her throat.

Bob took another long drag from his cigar, again blowing out smoke. As the smoke cleared, he spoke to Isabela, his tone and stance even more menacing than before, "Second thing, if you argue, backtalk, or even not listen to a word I say, this is what will happen." he followed up his words with action, quickly striking Isabella. The force of the strike knocked Isabella back onto the floor, her face red and her eyes filled with tears.

Watching Isabella fall from the strike, her face filled with fear, tears, and innocence, a strange expression came across Bob's face. The glow of his cigar illuminated his face as ash fell off his cigar. A shock of sorrow formed in his heart, and confusion filled his face with this feeling as he muttered, "I'm sorry, just don't disobey me, please." he held his forehead, trying to figure out what just happened and why he apologized.

Bob watched in surprise as Asukem jumped in front of Bob with a fighter's look in his eyes. Bob's expression darkened, and he took another long drag from his cigar before speaking up with defiance, "Still wanting to fight?" with a mean glare, he stepped forward, "Geez, boy, what's your deal?!"

Asukem faced Bob with confidence and stubbornness as he spoke up in defiance, clearly fed up with his behavior. With a look of determination and anger, he declared, "My deal is you and your abusive ways, you funky old fart!"

Bob's authorized presence loomed over Asukem as he asked with a cold leer, "And, what in the Great Horrors, are you going to do about it?" in an act of further aggression and annoyance, Bob flicked the cigar towards Isabella and Clair, hoping to hit at least one of them.

Asukem quickly jumped in between Bob, Isabella, and Clair, taking the cigar, hit himself, which left a small burn mark on his cheek. As he held his face in pain and tears welled in his eyes, he still glared at Bob defiantly, determined to stand his ground. Bob's eyes widened in surprise at his action. he laughed, his harsh and mocking tone cruelly contrasting Asukem's selflessness and pain.