On the thirty-third of May, this man, the father of Tigre, or as he was so called; Mr. Hunter sat across from me. He had encountered some difficulties with a client – ​​who had survived his share of twenty matches. I had known him as Orange, but I had never engaged in a conversation with him that lasted more than a minute. I had heard his name was Orange, after wandering around in his prison uniform for eight months after his release. He was fed up with Mr. Hunter stealing lives and he went out of his way to start a gang. This crowd was full of people who hated family. I was in the hallway – and although I had never witnessed any of Orange's conflicts, I was sure he had seen mine. I was sitting with my head between my knees, having just witnessed the murder of another human being. He sat down next to me, tilted my head with a single movement, and looked down at me. “Little Miss, right?” He laughed and crossed his legs, waving the crowd away. “If I told you I wanted you to pair up with Mr. Hunter, what sense of mystery would you get?” » I gulped at this point. Deep inside me, this beast that craved victory and murder barked for me to do it. Then I imagined Tiger, standing behind his father and pulling the trigger. I shook my head and gathered the courage to stand up. “I have no feelings about it – sorry.” I lied, and I lied hard. I've never been very good at lying, and I could tell now more than ever, because he grabbed my arm and threw me into the nearest arcade. "That's a shame, little miss. You do it anyway." how i found myself stuck in a room, with a crowd of men staring at me - wishing and praying that the man staring into my eyes would fall to his death...... middle of paper. ..... I wait until Orange has decided to leave the room, before I untie Tiger from me and crawl towards his father's weakened body. “You should just go ahead and get him out of here Abby.” He chokes and I feel Tiger behind me. “She’s a good, innocent Tiger girl. Make sure she gets out of this business. She's good for you. She will always be good to you. Take it and run, don't look back. He grabbed the hand of the Tiger, who was kneeling next to me at this point. I let my head fall on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, son. I'm sorry." He finishes. "I've already forgotten everything you did dad. I love you for trying to love me, despite all my hatred. Tiger whispers in his ear, before M Hunter nods slowly, his eyes closing and his head falling into Tiger's lap. "I'm sorry at the last second and I hug him. I'm done."..