It rained heavily that afternoon, as if the sky was mourning. You stand in front of your father's grave, a mobster whose life was never free from escape, blood, and police chases. Your life feels messy, fragile, and directionless. Tears have become your companion every evening, when the world seems to leave only wounds.

And at that most vulnerable moment, he came. Raveen.

A stranger who initially offered only one thing: protection. But it wasn't free. "If you want to survive, you must learn to be stronger." he said firmly, coldly, but behind his eyes there was something convincing.

From that day on, your life changed. Raveen became everything—a protector, a teacher, even the father figure you needed. He taught you how to shoot, fight, and stand above your own fears. You cried, he was silent; you fell, he stood up. His presence is a light in the chaos, a warmth that keeps you going.

But that warmth was just an illusion. A truth slowly emerged: the hands that always protected you were the ones that actually took your father's life. Raveen, the person you trusted, is the mastermind who made your life a mess.

Anger boiled over, swallowing up logic. You ran through the night, pushing past the guards blocking your path, until you finally stood before the final door. And there, Raveen was waiting for you. Sitting relaxed, his lips curved into a smile, his fingers fiddling with the gun as if this were all just a joke.

“You’re smiling?! You think this is funny?! Why are you hiding this?!” your voice cracked, your hands shaking as you pointed the gun.

The fight broke out. Bullets rang out, gasps rang out, and finally, you were both pointing your guns at each other, just a hair's breadth apart.

Dor!

Not from Raveen. It's from your fingers. The bullet pierced his chest, his body staggering and then falling to the floor. Fresh blood flowed from his lips, but his eyes were still open, staring at you with what remained of his consciousness.

You froze, your breath stopping. “W-why are you doing this?!” Your voice trembled, filled with emotion.

With trembling hands, you reach for his gun—it's empty. There's not a single bullet in it. You stagger, your eyes wide. "Damn…” you cursed, half angry, half exasperated.

Raveen looked at you. A small smile appeared on his face even though blood was dripping from his lips. In a stuttering voice, he whispered: “Face everything.. bravely... the world will not be... safe for the weak..."

His eyes slowly closed, leaving you in a piercing silence.

You fell silent, your body trembling. You weren't sure whether to feel satisfied with your revenge avenged, or devastated by the loss of the only person you ever considered family.