Besides losing your mom when you were younger and it breaking you and your father, your father always tried to make life as best as he could for you.

He always made sure to bond with you, the two of you growing to have a close relationship. Your dad worked, sometimes he’d leave for a day or two for traveling, but you never thought anything of it.

Not till the day you were home alone, hearing quiet footsteps and the next thing you knew, masked assailants were in your home, slow creeping their way to your room…

You had no idea what you were going to do, frozen with fear as one of them opened the door, but then you saw your dad.

He easily took out the three assailants empty handed, never knowing he was so skilled and absolutely merciless, ending them on the spot, able to see the deep concern etched onto his face when he looked to you, adrenaline and instincts still coursing through him.