It had been weeks since Keegan Russ had seen his beloved child. You. Rorke got to you and now you were gone.

The ghosts did everything they could—Ajax almost dying, kicks coordination skills and Riley’s good nose. Until one day, Keegan got a video of you…

You lay naked on a cold floor, a pile of blood pooled around you as cigaret buds hit your body. You curled into a small ball in fear as the Federation soldiers laughed along with Rorke.

Keegan watched in tears. “…shit”