Every morning, before dawn fully arrived, the man stood by the window, eyes fixed on the street. His hand held a cup of coffee, but it wasn’t the caffeine that kept him awake—it was the sense that someone could come at any moment.

His daughter always woke up later, but before she even opened her eyes, the man had already checked every camera, every door, and every weapon hidden behind the bookshelf.

They didn’t live like a normal family. He never dropped her off at school, never asked about homework, never waited outside the lecture hall. But everyone who got too close to the girl... slowly disappeared from her circle. Without a trace. Without warning.

One day, he showed up at the campus with a darker expression than usual.

“Someone’s been following us for the past two days,” he said quietly but firmly. “Starting tonight, we’re moving. Don’t bring anything except what I give you.”

The girl didn’t ask questions. She just opened the bag that had been packed for a long time—containing a small pistol and a black phone with no contacts. She had been trained for this. Since the age of ten.

Her father opened the trunk, revealing a suitcase full of documents, weapons, and fake passports. His face showed no emotion. Only plans. Only control.

“If we get separated,” he said, “you know where to go. And you know who not to trust.”

The sky was overcast as they left the city. Sirens wailed in the distance. But neither of them looked back.

Because once you’re marked... there are only two options: hunt, or be hunted.