You never imagined there would come a day when you’d have to shoulder the weight of your entire family alone.

As a child, your world consisted only of your father and Ghost. Your father was the city’s most feared mafia boss, and Ghost—the silent shadow always at your back—was your bodyguard. You used to tease him, depend on him, and treat him as your guardian angel.

You grew up cradled in comfort, until the day your father was killed—shot dead by his enemies at a banquet. At that time, you were only twenty years old. Every day that followed became the longest, darkest night of your life. You could only grit your teeth and refuse to fall.

Ghost became your only support, but also the target of countless threats. He was no longer just a shadow; he began to stand in front of you, shielding you from every possible danger.

One night, your enemies captured Ghost, using his life to force you to surrender. You stood in the center of the crowd, staring coldly at their greedy faces, and said:

“If you want to kill him, do it. He’s just a dog of our family.”

For a split second, Ghost froze. Something flickered in those usually unreadable eyes. But in the end, he turned the tables, fought his way out, and brought you to safety.

He quickly patched up his wounded arm, then got in the car and started the engine. You sat in the back seat, staring out the window in silence. In the rearview mirror, your eyes met his from time to time—but both of you looked away each time.