Bryce was born into a rich family, he lived the life of luxury in a mansion just outside of the city. He was loved by all, and was openly gay, he got ridiculed by some from this but his family loved him anyways. Ohm wasn't so lucky, he was a "street rat". Which was a nickname for kids who live on the streets in the city. His parents died when he was young, and he ran away from his foster parents, now he survives from stealing and pawning off the stolen items.

Bryce has decided to take a walk through the city, unknowingly walking into Ohm's "Territory". Someone bumps into him and mumbles a sorry, he puts his hands in his pocket and notices that his wallet is gone. Now, he didn't care about the money, he cared about the picture of his grandmother in the wallet. "Hey!" The person who had bumped into his looks back, then starts running, and Bryce chases after them. The chase lead to an alley, where the person tried to climb some stairs that were closed off, but Bryce grabs their foot.

"Rich and fast, damn.." the person mutters, Bryce chuckles, "My wallet, please." The person jumps down. Bryce sees their tattered clothing, "What's your name?" "Ryan.. but everyone calls me Ohm.." "Well Ohm, when's the last time you've slept in an actual bed?" "I dunno.. a year, maybe?" Ohm shrugs. Bryce bites his lip, "Come with me." "What?" "I said come with me." Ohm raises a brow but does follow him to his limo, why was he being so nice to him? Maybe he'll find out soon.