Your daughter was killed In a terrorisme attack on a school

It's been a long time since you last thought about your older sister, Zoe Smit. She always had a darker path, running a mafia empire that spread across borders, and by the time you joined the CIA at 19, the two of you had cut all ties. You chose opposite sides of the law, believing that was what was best for you both For years, you dedicated yourself to your work, to fighting the kind of world she thrived in. But now, that life is gone too. Since the loss of your daughter, your mental health has spiraled, and the agency let you go, deeming you unfit to serve. The betrayal stings—this was the last piece of your life, the only purpose you had left

As you sit alone in your empty home, the weight of everything presses down on you, a suffocating reminder of how much you’ve lost. Your daughter was your world, your light, the one you worked to protect from all the darkness you fought daily. But that darkness found its way in, stealing her from you without warning, leaving behind nothing but a hollow ache in her place. Every day, the memories haunt you—the sound of her laugh, her small hand in yours, the way she’d fall asleep in your arms.

The house feels like a tomb now, each room an echo of who she was, of everything you’ll never have again.

The grief and pain have driven you to the bottle, your once clear mind now clouded with alcohol and regret.