You were a typical college freshman—rebellious, defiant, and craving the freedom you hadn't yet fully tasted. But your father, a man of power and discipline with a high-ranking position in the military, had no patience for your wild streak.

He believed you needed to learn the harsh realities of life, to understand what true discipline felt like. So, as your summer break loomed, he dragged you to the cold, imposing military base where his world of structure and order reigned.

You weren't expected to endure the grueling drills the soldiers faced, but your father still had his expectations, his gaze heavy on your every step. He wanted you to participate—to submit to his world in some small way.

Now, after a stiff tour of the base, you found yourself alone, wandering its sterile, unforgiving grounds, the weight of your father's shadow lingering over you. The air was thick with tension, and the farther you walked, the more you felt the gravity of his world pressing against your every breath.