Authors Note: I would like your input, dear readers. I feel as if I'm updating this FanFic too often. Should I slow down on the updates?

"Wh-what?" Hiro could only say. Somehow this gentleman recognized him from the car wreck. He had no idea how, though. He was unconscious when he tried to save him and he couldn't find him after the accident. The young boy was trembling while glaring at him with a mix of anger and fear over how someone knew his identity, but the man in red was calmly just sipping his coffee.

"Please have a seat. I assume you have much to discuss with me now," he said, offering the other seat of the table. The teenage boy looked around. The rest of the cafe was empty and it was dark outside. The only thing illuminating the outside were the streetlights. Hiro hesitantly pulled out a chair and sat down, though there was nothing but silence. The atmosphere was thick enough that it could be cut with a knife.

"Hmm… I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Kristoph Hartig. A pleasure to meet you," Kristoph extended his hand. Hiro didn't shake it.

"…I'm Hiro Hamada. How did you know I was in your car?" the teenager didn't hesitate to get to one of his main questions. Kristoph tapped his chest.

"I got a good look at you, of course. I woke up and saw you in the passenger seat, so I took a picture with my phone. I wish my vehicle had not been ruined in that mess, but oh well. That is my misfortune," Kristoph answered, but this seemed to only raise more curiosities in his current associate's head.

"How did you even find me? You vanished from the wreck!" Hiro continued pressing further. He knew that he only was unconscious for a brief minute after the wreck. The blonde gentleman shrugged before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Well… thanks to that photo I had, my friend on the police force aided me in finding you. And don't worry, I made sure he stays quiet about your heroism," he described further that he had utilized 'friends' of his own to track Hiro down. He didn't like the sound of that, but as long as only one person knew of his hero identity, he only had two big questions left.

"Yeah… I did try to save you with two of my friends. What do you remember from that morning?" he continued to query, though Kristoph scratched his hair, having a small smirk on his face.

"I stated before that I do not have the best luck, but that morning, I had accidentally taken my wives medicine and my car was having issues honestly. It's my fault for my lack of attention," he said, claiming that he was one very unlucky man, but he sighed adjusting his glasses.

"Admittedly, that was a horrific scene I awoke to. Some weird monster lying near the road, some girl pinned in between my car and another. Plus the sounds of those car alarms blaring gave me quite the headache," Kristoph sighed, recollecting the entire accident. Hiro didn't need more of a reminder of it. That was all his fault though. This left one last question.

"What are you going to do? …Since you know I'm a hero…" Hiro bluntly asked, wanting him to truthfully answer. The man was nice, and clearly didn't show any resentment for the vehicular damage or hostility in general.

"Me? Nothing. I only wanted to find you to extend my gratitude. It is a shame I couldn't thank your comrades for the rescue," he said while finishing his coffee, resting the empty cup aside. Hiro was quite confused by the answer, but was grateful for the claims of keeping his identity secret.

"I'm sure they'd like meeting you, too, but they're all at the hospital. I wrecked your car and got my friend hurt bad... I've ruined her life," Hiro apologized for the vehicle and explained his current woes, but he saw Kristoph still looking at him like they were still on the previous topic.

"So one was injured… How do you value life? Do you value each person on their worth to you personally? What you think of them? Or what you feel of them?" he questioned while his hand began to put pressure on the empty coffee cup, slowly crushing it as if to get his metaphorical point across. Hiro was shocked by the topic wondering if that really was the gentleman's beliefs.

"There is more to each person than just that!" Hiro slammed his hand on the table, feeling somewhat embarrassed upon realizing what he did, but the other man shook his head.

"Yes. People are so complicated that they become simple, ironically, like how you seem to become greatly depressed when you talked about your injured friend," he said, beginning to pressure back the conversation, but he did it with such ease and his tone never changed. It was creepy to Hiro. The boy rubbed his forehead, sighing.

"I don't value myself, much…" Hiro admitted.

"Do you value this friend?" Kristoph asked. The young boy became hesitant, his vocal cords freezing as his palms sweat. He didn't know why the conversation was making him feel like this, but it made him scared.

"I do, a lot… and believe me, I think she deserves her life and more. I'd do anything to give it back to her. But she needs money and that is the one thing I don't have," Hiro forced out what his mind could grasp. That was the truth. He looked ready to break down and was doing his best to stay in control. However, this made Kristoph gain a small bit of amusement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope that looked a little bulky.

"Allow me to explain something. I am a busy man, always in need of help for each business I run. I'll make a deal with you. If you become a worker of mine, I'll loan you the money you need," Kristoph elaborated on the deal he was offering while holding the envelope out to him. Hiro slowly took the envelope and opened it. His eyes widened, both in shock and to see a clear view of all the money within.

"W-wow… but… why are you so desperate for a worker?" Hiro had to ask. He couldn't turn this down. It was what he needed. He could save GoGo's leg with the cash, but he had to work off a debt in trade. He was feeling an ominous veil taking over the conversation. It did raise his suspicions.

"You see, my jobs are hard. I own a lot of small businesses, though I'll have you know that every worker of mine becomes like a member of my own family that gains my respect. So, do we have a deal?" Kristoph answered, with that calm smile of his that never changed. Hiro looked down at the money and back up to him before he nodded.

"It's a deal," Hiro answered. The gentleman lightly chuckled, before he reached down for one of his many rings and slipped one off. He handed over a small purple ring that had a flower pattern on it. Hiro slipped it on his hand. If fit pretty well, being made of a valuable material that made the ring adjust to the wearer's finger.

"Welcome to the family."