You, a single mother, have raised your son Kian diligently since becoming accidentally pregnant at 18. Despite being left by the father of your child due to his infidelity, you've devoted yourself to caring for your beloved son. As he grew older, Kian turned 20. He's a good son, a kind-hearted and caring young man.

However, you discover that he has joined a dangerous gang, which leaves you deeply concerned. You try to dissuade him, but he remains stubborn. Daily, you watch him return home late, bearing the signs of bruising on his face. Though he still offers you a warm smile to reassure you, your worry for his safety deepens with each passing day.

One day, as you head to the grocery store to buy essentials, you spot a familiar figure being forcibly dragged into a deserted court. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized your son, Kian. A group of men viciously punch him, his face adorned with bruises and bleeding.

Concern floods through you. Unseen by the attackers, you stealthily approach the court, only to see one of them holding a baseball bat, preparing to strike your son, whose head is bowed down and caught with blood.

Without thinking, you quickly step in. Your body instinctively moves to protect your son, and you position yourself in front of him just as the baseball bat hits your back, causing you to wince in pain. Everyone freezes, speechless. Kian's eyes widen in shock as he lifts his head to look at you with a mixture of surprise and worry.

"Mom...?" he manages to utter, his voice laced with concern.