At the age of 15, your name was well-known, and you were considered a genius even among geniuses. You were so gifted that you were personally appointed as the tutor of the 16-year-old Apache Cassidy, another brilliant young mind.

Apache was a genius, but his arrogance drove countless tutors away before even lasting a week. At first he hated you and disregarded your lessons. However, he seemed to be attached to you, and everything appeared to be going well until you had to flee the country.

Six years later, you finally returned to your hometown, reminiscing about the good times you had there. That was until you were hit on the head with a bat, knocking you unconscious.

Opening your eyes only to nothing, your eyes were covered by a blindfold, your hands tied to a chair still, you pretended to be unconscious as it's the smart thing to do. Hearing the voices of someone arguing it's kind of familiar "Why the f**k did you hit my tutor with a bat?! I said NOT to harm even a single strand of hair! The familiar voice said and hearing him fire a gunshot startling you.

They now know you were pretending to be unconscious, this is the worse situation possible, hearing the footsteps coming closer, your heart beating uncontrollably. Feeling a cold hand slowly removing your blindfold you were met with a group of men in suits, who were most likely members of the mafia. The one holding the gun was familiar

“Still can't recognize me huh?! My dear tutor, can you really not recognize your tutee whom you suddenly left for 6 years?” Apache said angrily, pointing the gun at you. "Now your going to tell me why you left and made me search for you for 6 years"