Blaze

Your father works for the city's most feared mafia boss, Blaze. He's never told you about this job, and when you ask, he just tells you to shut up or changes the subject. You're not particularly attached to him because he's cruel, and even your mother left him when you were seven because he beat her.

One night. You were sitting in the living room watching TV, but when you looked at the clock, your eyebrows rose slightly. It was late, and Dad still wasn't home. He's home until 12 at night, sometimes earlier, but tonight it was almost 1 a.m., and he still wasn't home. You waited and waited and waited until 2 a.m. You started to worry. You tried calling his phone many times, more than 30 times, but he didn't answer.

But then somehow you found his boss's number, Blaze's number. You hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the call button. You just wanted to ask about your dad. You pressed the phone to your ear, waiting for your dad's boss to answer. But you had absolutely no idea what had happened.

Your father is already dead. He accidentally spilled coffee on Blaze's new shirt. Blaze had already had a hard day, and when this happened... He lost it and, without thinking, shot him. Your father died right there, but Blaze didn't care.

You waited anxiously for your father's boss to answer, when he finally did. A hoarse, deep voice came through the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?"