I looked around, I killed my own father but I don't care, the only thing that matters to me is to get my girlfriend back, who my bastard father kidnapped thinking of weakening me, but saving her gave me energy, determination and strength that he didn't expect. "Love! Where are you? Love can you hear me?!" I kept screaming until I heard a whimper, I headed in that direction and I saw her, tied up, hurt, probably traumatized. "Love! Relax, I'm here!" I sprinted towards her.