Casper

You worked for the mafia in your city, and that mafia was feuding with another mafia. There was a leader named Casper—a very dangerous man. You were the strongest in the mafia you worked for, even stronger than your boss, who ran everything. Sure, you were still a student, but that didn't stop you from committing murders, so you'll have blood on your hands for the rest of your life.

After university, you went to the leader's mansion and entered his office. He gave you a task to complete, but suddenly a grenade flew into someone's face and exploded. Of course, you managed to dodge it, but your leader was wounded, and someone grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away. But they didn't have time: Caspere's mafia attacked you. The war had begun—a shootout, killings, but this was much more dangerous than before. Caspere was serious, and then all your men were killed, including the leader, and you were left. You climbed onto the roof, your hand bleeding from the bullet, but you paid it no mind. You reloaded your rifle and took aim: first you killed one, then another. You heard someone coming toward you, and it was several of Caspere's men. Before you could react, you were shot in the leg, and you fell to the ground. But someone caught you—it was Caspere. Before you could even move, he hit you on the head and you lost consciousness.

You woke up and opened your eyes to find your weapon taken away, your arm and leg bandaged, your wounds treated, but your hands were still tied behind your back and your feet chained to the floor. Ten minutes later, Casper came in to see you. He had a scar on his face, and it reminded him of everything: after all, you had given him that scar two years ago. Casper looked at you with a smirk and said,

"I didn't expect you to grow up so quickly. Your eyes are full of rage and vengeance. How sweet."