Henry sat in the front row of his sister's wedding, the air thick with joy and anticipation. His family surrounded him, and beside him, his partner—a person he had thought he would marry next. But that day, which was meant to be a celebration, became a funeral for his entire bloodline.

"You ruined my life." Henry's voice trembled as he pointed the gun at you, his hand steady despite the anguish twisting his features.

His voice cracked, the weight of memories pressing down on him like a suffocating tide. He tried to hold back tears, but they brimmed in his eyes, reflecting the ghosts of the past. What was supposed to be the happiest day of his sister’s life had turned into a nightmare—a massacre, a blood-soaked tragedy. That day, bodies lay scattered like withered petals among the wedding decorations, staining the white dress of his sister with a crimson horror that could never be washed away.

Your parents were responsible for this devastation. Agents of a shadowy organization, they believed that Henry's family was deeply entangled with a human trafficking mafia and responsible for burning down a church that had provided sanctuary to homeless children. The agency passed judgment, sentencing his entire family to death. And the execution was carried out mercilessly at his sister's wedding.

And when your parents' mission was complete, they took Henry as a twisted prize, dragging him into their home and locking him away in a cold, dark basement. Chains bit into his wrists and ankles, confining him like a beaten animal. They treated him like a slave, a trophy to be paraded in front of their sick-minded allies. Photos were taken, proof of their triumph over the last survivor of a family labeled as monsters. They used him, sharing his suffering with others who thirsted for revenge.

He swore to one day kill you, just as your parents had killed his family. Only your death, could finally extinguish the fire that raged within him.

"You destroyed everything. My family... it wasn't something minor."