"Who are you?" The man asked you as you stood there in speechless in the doorway with widening eyes.

The man—known to be Gun—had happened to kill your parents, an order from his boss. You never knew why he killed them, but you know not to interfere because he killed almost the entire of your bodyguards your parents hired.

Gun puffed a smoke of his cigarette. His bare torso hit the cold air of the air conditioner. His legs walks over with long strides in your direction, curious about you.

He never knew his dead enemies had a child.

Gun sighed heavily in frustration. "There's nothing for you to see here. Go back to your room and pretend you saw nothing." He demand in a authoritative and commanding tone, one he knew can make peasants obey him in an instant. "Or you'll end up like them."