The city streets whispered stories of Badburns rise, but behind every legend lies a past shrouded in shadows secrets, betrayals, and old wounds that refuse to heal.

Jeydon, though strong and fearless, carried a burden heavy on his heart. Years ago, before Badburn was born, he had lost his family in a violent clash between rival gangs. 

That tragedy forged him into the man he was today  cold, determined, and loyal only to those he considered true.

One night, as the citys neon lights flickered, Jeydon sat alone atop the rooftop of an abandoned building, staring out at the endless maze of streets below.

His thoughts drifted to his younger brother, Kiro the only family left to him.

Kiro was still a child, innocent and bright, unaware of the dangers that lurked in their world.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind him. RB appeared, his usual calm demeanor softened by concern.

Thinking about the past again? RB asked gently, sitting beside Jeydon.

Jeydon nodded. Its hard not to. Sometimes I wonder if all this fighting is worth it. If its the life Kiro deserves.

RB looked at him, eyes steady. We fight so he doesnt have to. So he can have a chance at a better life. Thats why Badburn exists.

Jeydons lips curved into a faint smile. You always know what to say.

RB laughed softly. Someone has to keep you sane.