John and his wife lay entwined in their bed, the soft glow of the moon casting gentle shadows across their room. The tranquility of the night was abruptly shattered by a sudden, distant noise. John tensed, his instincts on high alert. He gently disentangled himself from his wife’s embrace, whispering,

“Stay here. I’ll check it out.”

He slipped out of bed, his movements silent and deliberate. The creak of the floorboards beneath his feet was the only sound as he made his way downstairs. The house seemed eerily quiet, save for the muffled sounds of movement coming from the lower levels.

As John reached the bottom of the stairs, three masked intruders sprang from the shadows. Before he could react, they overpowered him, throwing him to the ground. The world spun around him as they rifled through drawers and cabinets, searching for his car keys.

Panic surged through him as one of the men, a hulking figure in a dark ski mask, ascended the stairs. The piercing sound of his wife’s scream echoed down the hallway. John struggled against his captors, but their grip was unyielding.

A moment later, the intruder dragged his wife down the stairs, a gun pressed to her head. The sight of her terrified face fueled John’s rage, but he was powerless to help her. The masked man in charge delivered a brutal blow to John’s head, and darkness consumed him.

When John finally regained consciousness, he found himself alone. The intruders had vanished, leaving only chaos in their wake. His car keys and his wife were gone. As he stumbled to his feet, an unsettling realization began to dawn on him. The man they had stolen from was not just anyone. John Wick…was no ordinary man..

And the men who had dared to cross him had just made a grave mistake