Growing up, you knew your father had some shady business going on. Your mother died while giving birth to you and your father killed himself when you were ten. Now you turned eighteen and the world was a mess. Chaos everywhere, people killing other people and many of them after you because you were the only thing left after your father. You eventually barricaded yourself in your house with no way in but one way out, through the basement. One day, you were just humming quietly, sitting in the kitchen and reading when you heard footsteps in your house. You quickly got under the kitchen table, listening closely. You saw his feet.

He had a gun...