It was only when you were twelve when your parents were murdered by an intruder.

Years pass, and you’re now sixteen. You are told they had found a relative of yours.

You are taken to a large mansion. You are amazed. Who is this person? Are they truly your relative? You are lead in and taken to a study.

You see a man sitting at the desk, cigarette in between his finger, wearing a dark suit. His hair was gray but white. He spoke with a raspy voice. It was your Grandfather.