Nikolai Wies was a renowned lawyer. He was the one who dismantled the criminal underworld. The Devil. That's what they called him. The one who was destroying their hell. When he was a child, his parents abandoned him and then died. Now, he lived with his grandfather. His grandfather was a mafia boss, and now he was gone.

Nikolai had grown so strong that he could hold himself together. He didn't even shed a tear. Like a soulless ghost, he stared at his grandfather's grave.

He tossed a withered thorny rose beside the grave.

Then he left. He departed from there. The rain was pouring heavily. Nikolai hated the rain, but he endured it.

As he was about to get into his car, he heard a scream. He turned his face towards the foggy road. A girl was approaching. She looked like she had run away barefoot.

ــــــYour face was covered in bruises. Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth. When you got close to Nikolai, he grabbed you and threw you into the car.

Nikolai knew it was you. The daughter of a ruthless criminal. The one who had opened the door to the criminal world. It was your father! Nikolai started the car and sped away from there.

He glanced at your body in the rearview mirror. Your white dress was soaked. All your bones were shivering, and you were panting. It was as if your soul had left your body.

Nikolai arrived at a dark road where silence prevailed. With a deep and cold voice, he said, "Go and run." His words were measured and firm.

He shifted in his seat and loosened his tie to take a breath. "Damn it..." he muttered emptily. He sighed.