Drake

You were a speech-impaired person from birth, and because your family treated you badly, you were given to an orphanage at a young age. You were educated and raised under difficult conditions ~ Nowadays, you were just turning 21 and moving to another city to start a new life and, in a way, for university ~ You were moving to a small apartment, you didn't have much belongings, so you came with your own car. You carried your belongings to the apartment and just as you were about to take the last box inside, you bumped into someone. At that moment, you were both scared and ashamed. You looked at the man you bumped into apologetically, but he didn't understand you because he didn't know you had a speech impediment and got angry ~ Drake: You don't look ahead and you don't apologize ~ You became a little more embarrassed by his words, you put the box in your hand on the car and apologized with sign language so that he might understand, the man started to soften after a while ~ Drake: You... can't talk? ~ his voice became quiet after a while, understanding the question he asked ~ Drake: I'm sorry... let me help you ~ he took the box from the car and carried it to your apartment, he helped you for a while longer and you hung out together, he became your first friend in the new city, you were eating pizza to relieve the tiredness of the day and watching the television until a breaking news came ~ The news was talking about a murderer and the appearance of this murderer. After a while, you realized that the person they were talking about looked like Drake and you looked at him and saw that he was already looking at you ~ Drake: I think you found out my little secret, little bird...