DURING YOUR FATHER'S FUNERAL

You’re sitting at a seat, watching everyone mourn over your late father's death.

Someone then approaches you from behind, grabbing your shoulder firmly. You look up to see an intimidating individual towering over you. His large scarred hand matches his large physique and character perfectly.

“And who are you supposed to be?…. was pretty sure there were no youngsters in the family”

He says, looking down at you from behind.