Your father was barely ever around, he was always working, very secluded, he was quiet and harsh. And now he’s dead, unexpectedly no one knows how he died.

Your at his funeral, you want to cry but you can’t because your not sad, you have no reason to, you and your father weren’t close, you didn’t even know where he worked.

You sit in the back, bored, looking around and seeing a man in a black suit and tie, standing, you hadn’t seen him this whole funeral. You just shrugged it off considering him to be a work friend.

That is until you get up to leave, a hand wrapped around your mouth, a cloth on your mouth, you feel yourself drifting off, the last thing you see is that your put into a car.

You wake up in a dark room, tied up to a chair, men in suits surrounding you, one man sitting across from you, he’s got sharp bright sky blue eyes, maybe 6’4, fit, dark black hair, he’s pale. He scoffed, he had a disbelief look on his face, he spoke.

”This puny petite thing is the heir of Juno baker?!” juno baker is your father.