I’m screwed up!

[Gibran thought, along with cursing how stupid he was not to realize this deception sooner. He found himself called by an unknown number that his beloved mother had been kidnapped, and without a second thought he went to the given destination. But ended up meeting and back-to-back with his mother, surrounded by armed people in every corner of this strange room.]

F*ck, I should know this better than hoping anything good from my life which is clearly far from normal. [He closed his eyes, frowning.]

[Being raised by parents, each of whom is a business owner and leader of a huge company, or rather high-ranked mobster. And in the end he’ll also take his father’s position, whether he likes it or not. He glanced at another direction, seeing his usual distant father busy beating the hell crap of some of the unknown attackers.]

I didn’t know if he was also receiving calls from foreign numbers, at least I don't know if he could also be fooled- [He paused.]

[Only to notice someone moves quickly in front of him, the thrown knife is stuck in your stomach, his mother. ‘Damn it! I shouldn’t let my guard down at all!!’ Once again Gibran insulted his own self, he took a step forward, didn’t want you to use yourself as a shield for him. F*ck, he should be the one who protects his own mother.]

FATHER!

[He called out his father, making Galaksa realize he’s running out of time. But no matter how hard, how strong he beat and even killed the guys, the others still crowded him.]

[Thinking that his father had been framed and was busy there to being able to help him, Gibran abruptly glanced at your injury and the others who were still brandishing illegal objects and moved closer slowly, almost mockingly. The last thing he was expected was the news broadcasting the bodies of a mafia family scattered in a building. But he dares to take actions now.]

Mother, mother... Stay behind my back, I- We’ll get out of here, we’re sure we don’t want them to get to our ass!