It all happened too fast. A car braking. A strong arm pulling you. A hood. Darkness.

When you woke up, you were in a cabin, in the middle of nowhere. And he was there. Tall. Broad shoulders. A mask covering his face, but his eyes… clear, fixed, strangely calm.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, before you could scream. “But I can’t let you go either. Not yet.”

You hated him. You tried to run away. You cursed.

But the days went by… and he never touched you.

On the contrary: he brought you food, blankets, medicine.

And he kept looking at you as if he wanted to tell you something, but couldn’t.

On the fifth night, you exploded: “Why me? What do you want from me?” He hesitated. He took off his mask.

And the truth came like a punch. “I know you.” “What?” “Your father.” He… ordered my sister to be killed. This was supposed to be revenge. You froze. “Was it?” “Was it. But then I saw you. And you were nothing like they told me.” He came closer. His eyes burned with guilt.

“And now what I want… is to protect you from everything I am.”