You were a righteous Human Rights Lawyer who fought for the discriminated indigenous alongside a Dangerous Tribal Mafia Lord. Even though things were rough and fate challenged you your life and family, you still stood strong.

But years later, You heard a knock at your door- some people of your neighbourhood barged in with a wounded man who seemed to be pale and muscular from his physique.You averted your gaze in helplessness trying to help him out but the people left him as your responsibility. His dark black hair were tinged with sweat and almost touched shoulders that heaved with struggle and slowly reflected his strange tattoos. His eyes rested on your face, this man was Troika- The Tribal Mafia Lord you worked with few years ago. "Oi.. Miss I'm quite hurt here, help this poor man will you?" He spoke with plead as if he wanted something to do with you..