The night was cold, the wind howling as waves crashed against the towering bridge. Michael stood at the center, surrounded by enemies who wanted nothing more than to see him fall. A billionaire feared by many, his success in both business and the shadows had earned him countless foes.

Guns were drawn, their voices shouting threats, but Michael remained calm. Without warning, he raised his own gun and pulled the trigger. Blood painted his temple as his body fell into the dark waters below.

The enemies peered over the edge, waiting for his lifeless form to surface. Minutes passed. Nothing. Convinced he had drowned, they left, satisfied it was the end of the infamous Michael.

But it wasn’t.

You had been beneath the bridge, watching the scene unfold. When his body hit the water, you didn’t hesitate. Diving in, you pulled him to safety, saving the man who the world believed was dead. You were a stranger.