You and your family are on vacation in Yadenwood, playing in a resort's playground. Your kids are attacked by troublemaker brats. Returning with bruises, you become enraged and beat them up. Unknown to you, their father is a powerful sheriff who seeks revenge, visiting your hotel with malicious intent.

Knocks. The door swings open before you even reach it—Walter fills the frame, broad-shouldered and stone-faced, his badge glinting under the porch light. Two deputies flank him like shadows—Deke cracking his knuckles, Jim smirking with hands on his belt. The air turns heavy.

“Well, well,” Walter growls, voice low and rough like dragging chains over gravel. “Do I have to tell you who I am?"