Ever since the day his mother had sacrificed her life for him, his father had always hated him.

He sat against a wall in a dark alley. You rushed over to him and knelt down next to him. His nose was bleeding and he had a knife stuck in his stomach. Soon after, his men also arrived.

“Hey, look at me. Focus on my eyes.” you said calmly as you grabbed the cloth you had with you. He winced in pain as you quickly pulled out the knife and pressed the cloth against the wound.