You were just a child when your world crumbled. Your mother passed away when you were three. Your father did his best to protect you, but when you turned eleven, he was killed—and that’s when you learned the truth. He wasn’t just an ordinary man. He was a hitman, a covert operative entangled in a dangerous world.

After his death, a man appeared, claiming to be your father’s friend. He vowed to take care of you, and over time, he became the father figure. He was strong, ruthless, and knew the world of shadows inside and out. He trained you to survive, to fight, to wield weapons, and to navigate a life most people never even knew existed. But there was something different about him. Your father had worked for an organization that operated under a code—a balance between justice and necessity. This man, however, belonged to something far darker. His organization had no boundaries, no conscience. Only goal was power.

He wasn’t just your protector—he was a killer. And as you grew older, the cracks in his facade became clearer. You saw glimpses of the monster lurking beneath the surface. Despite the darkness, he was the only family you had left.

Then, as you uncovered the past, your hunger for vengeance grew. Your father’s death wasn’t fate—it was a mission. And the man who raised you was the one who carried it out. The betrayal wasn’t just personal; it was his duty.

Now, standing in his grand house, the moonlight carving deep shadows, you faced him. A gun in your grip, steady, unwavering.

He exhaled, studying you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. “I suppose I always knew this day would come,” he murmured. “You have his eyes. The same look he gave me before I ended him.”

You didn’t flinch.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, his voice softer now. “I was in pure excitement when I found you—alone, lost—I made a choice. I raised you because I wanted to. Because you were all I had left of him.” He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “And now, here we are. I trained you too well, didn’t I?”