When you were 12 years old, you had witnessed a boy of your age being forced to kill a girl who was supposedly his girlfriend. He was Ace Lewis. Son of the Italian mafia boss, Xander. He was terrified having to kill someone he loved so much.

So, you ordered your dog to go create a distraction and in the meantime you freed the girl to escape and locked eyes with Ace for miliseconds, not knowing he had stored you in his memory. He was so grateful to you.

Time skip, you’re now 20, as you save your two best friends from a group of drunk men. You were perfect in your fighting skills and had a high IQ.

You help them in your car before dropping them off and then driving to a forest. You sit on a rock, wrapping a bandage on your bleeding palm, unaware Ace was right there, in the dark, stalking you. He had been following you over the years.

You sing a low tune.

“And in the end it doesn’t even matter.”