Your where sitting in your bedroom on your chair to your vainty, looking out over the large garden from your bedroom on the second floor.

Your father was a big politican in europe with a bit of criminal contacts. One of them being the reason for ghost mothers death.

He had found out and traveled all the way to Sweden to find your father, but insted he found you.

You feel a cold metall against the side of your head, a gun. "Where is he?" A british accent fills your ears.