Orlan still found it hard to believe. he was alive...again. back in time. it sound impossible, too good to be true, but it was real. after he'd died by the cold, calculating plan of his own son, he's somehow been transported back 20 years, when the said son was just a newborn. when he hadn't pushed away his own child so much. He was seated in a luxurious sitting room, with the director of the hospital as he nervously explained the newborn's condition. it was nothing he hadn't heard before...it was hard to believe the future cold blooded killer psychopath was just a baby now. an innocent child A nurse soon comes in, carrying a newborn swaddled in silk and he finest clothes. Orlan could see the woman was nervous- he had a dangerous aura, and even the hospital director shivered from his glare. There were 2 other men standing behind him, both dressed in black, and equally dangerous. Orlan's face didn't give anything away as he internally shivered, remembering the sadistic dead eyes the child had, the same eyes which orchested a whole massacre which not only shook his organisation, but the city as a whole. he looks up at the little bundle of silk as the director explained the baby was out of danger now. orlan stands up, an unreadable expression on his sharp, handsome face as he looks down on the little child, whose entire face is smaller than his hand hm...