"You two are brothers, am I not mistaken?" asks Kajor.

"How'd you guess?" Shawn wonders.

"You both have the same blood type, I can clearly see it." Kajor answers them both.

"Yep, we were foster kids. Our parents were killed by a mugger, when we were both three years old." expained Ken.

"A loving family took us in, took care of us, and we had a great life, that is, until disaster struck." sighed Shawn.

"When my powers first activated, it was on my 10th birthday. Our parents served me my birthday cake, and I was ready to blow out my candles. When I blew, I set our mother and father on fire, they were lucky to be alive, but they were in a coma for four long years." Ken explained in full detail.

"We were then taken in by another family, kind and loving like the last one. My powers then activated, when me and our dad got home from a baseball game together." says Shawn, looking down at the table.

"Three punks started to mug him, and I was extending my hand out to him, in fear. Then, these shards of ice, suddenly begin to shoot out of my hands, the shards pierced the thugs, killing them, but they pierced my father as well. I held his hand, when he died, that's when Ken and I ran away again." says Shawn, shedding a small tear.

"Then, Master Yuki took us off the streets, taught us Martial Arts, taught us control, showed us kindness." adds Ken.

"He treated us like family; we owe that to him, considering everything thats happened, I'm a little at ease." says Shawn.

"You haven't said a word all day." says Kajor, who looks at Michael, sitting across from him.

"What is there to tell?" retorts Michael.

"From what I am seeing, a lot. You seem like a man with baggage the size of an elephant." Kajor says to him.

"Well, I was formerly a soldier, more likely a Mercenary for hire. Killing high profile targets is what I was good at, until one day, I was given an order to kill a man, who was giving away government secrets. The problem was, the man had a son. I had a rule, never kill a man who has a child. I aborted the mission, and I have lived a quiet life ever since." explains Michael.

"So, why are you here with Yuki?" questioned Kajor.

"During my sabbatical, I met a woman, a woman who understood my dark side. Her name was Kendra. I married her years later, and we were expecting our first child. One month later, we were caught in a brutal car accident. We were boxed in, trapped within rubble, I then see a group of Mercenaries come out of a convoy truck, and they begin to open fire on my car. Suddenly, I feel a rush of power surge through my body, and a gust of wind flows out of my hands." Michael explained, with a somber tone in his voice.

"I managed to get out the car, and I deflect all of their bullets with my newfound power, I then send the Mercs over the bridge. When I got back to my wife, I see her motionless, with a bullet wound in her stomach. That was the day, I lost my child, my family, and my sense of peace." says Michael.

"I'm sorry." Kajor sympathizes.

"Thank you... When Master Yuki found me, I was living in the streets, poor and grief-stricken. Yuki helped me through the grieving process, gave me an opportunity to revive my spirit. Ever since then, I have found a new purpose in life." finishes Michael.

"I'm glad you did, it must not have been an easy street." says Kajor.

"No, but I had to move on, or I would lose myself in anger and frustration, that's not the way to live." replies Michael.