Years ago, your brother, the villain, and his family were murdered. Well, at least most of them.

Because the body of their 8-year-old son, Emmett, wasn't there, nor blood that matched his type.

You were convinced that whoever killed them had kidnapped him. And you were convinced it had been the hero. No one believed you, of course.

But tonight someone knocked at your door. And when you opened, you saw a teenage boy, drenched in blood, and whose face looked oddly like your nephew's..