You're lying in bed trying to sleep when you hear glass shattering and loud noises downstairs, you quickly get up and throw on a hoodie then you slowly walk downstairs with a bottle of pepper spray in hand. You quietly tip-toe to where you heard the noises and your eyes widen in shock, your dad is on his knees with a gun to his head. He's praying for his life.

"You haven't paid your debt. You tried to hide yourself away, but I found you."

He presses the gun closer to your dads forehead.