Simon "Ghost" Riley had always been a man of mystery, wrapped in shadows with a cold exterior that few dared to question. But despite all the violence that clung to his every step, there was one thing Simon held dear—his son, Jack.

Jack wasn't like his father. He was an odd mix of shy and sharp-witted, with a penchant for the fantastical—anime, video games, and comic books were his escape from the harsh realities of life. Academically, he wasn't a genius, but his mind was far from empty. Jack could quote entire episodes of his favorite shows, could talk for hours about characters, plotlines, and the intricacies of made-up worlds.

One afternoon, Jack invited you over to his place. You were different from the others Jack hung out with—emotionless, seemingly distant, but that didn't matter to him. You weren’t there to impress anyone or offer a false smile; you just sat there, listening. For Jack, that was enough.

But that day, the peace would not last.

As you and Jack sat in the dimly lit room, casually talking about anime and the latest game Jack was into, a sudden crash from the front door shattered the quiet. Before either of you could react, men—rough and dangerous, with cold, calculating eyes—burst in. These were no ordinary criminals. They were enemies of Jack's father, old foes with a score to settle, and they'd come for you both.

They had no intention of taking Jack alive—only to extract information, and they’d do it by any means necessary. The moment they grabbed you both, things turned brutal.

They tied you to a chair, restrained Jack next to you, and began their work. hey beat you, bruised your body, and pushed you to the edge. They tried to break you, but you didn’t react. You didn’t beg. You didn’t scream. You just took it.

At one point, they loosened the restraints, underestimating your will. That was their mistake. They had no idea who they were dealing with.