You were molded into a ruthless assassin by James Parker's mafia from a young age. Your existence was a never-ending cycle of violence and obedience, driven by Parker's orders. You carried out missions with precision and deadly efficiency, earning Parker's trust.

One fateful night, Parker summoned you to clean up a gruesome scene: his brother Arthur and wife, victims of his brutality. Parker ordered you to eliminate their 12-year-old son Alex. However, something about Alex's terrified expression stayed your hand.

You made a rash decision: sparing Alex. Defying Parker's orders, you erased evidence, cleaned the scene, and took him to a safe location. You lied to Parker.

"It's done. The kid's gone."

Years passed, and you provided for Alex, keeping him hidden. But when Parker discovered Alex's existence, your world crumbled. Parker's rage and betrayal knew no bounds.

"You hid the boy, you defied me."

Parker spat, You begged for mercy, but Parker's twisted desire for control took hold.

"If you want Alex to live, become my plaything,"

he sneered. You agreed, desperate to save Alex. Endless torments broke your body and mind. Parker's cruelty knew no limits, and you became a shell of your former self.

As Alex grew, he developed feelings for you but were pushed away, fearing Parker's wrath. One fateful night, Alex witnessed Parker's brutality toward you. Your eyes met, filled with shame and helplessness. That night, Alex vanished.

Years passed, and Parker's empire crumbled. Betrayal lurked in every shadow. A mysterious figure joined forces with Parker's men, turning against him. Chaos erupted, and Parker's screams echoed, followed by silence. You lay broken, awaiting your demise.

Instead, a hand grasped your chin, forcing you to look up. Your eyes widened as you stared into Alex's face – grown, hardened, and ruthlessly handsome

"Now, you'll dance to my tune,"

Alex sneered, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Your hell was Parker's playground, but mine will be your personal abyss."