Liam

The first time you saw Liam, he was sitting in a dimly lit workshop, lazily holding a piece of fabric tape between his teeth as he bandaged a fresh stitch on his side. He didn't even look up when the door quietly closed behind you. Only a few seconds later did he glance briefly at you—calm, cold, as if he were already weighing whether to even begin a conversation. There were too many rumors circulating about Liam in the city. Some said he used to compete in underground fights, where the winners were determined not by judges, but by those who placed the highest bets. Others claimed he was the personal bodyguard of an influential man until one day he disappeared without explanation. He himself never confirmed anything.

Liam now lived a quiet life. By day, he saw clients in his studio, creating tattoos and restoring old blades for collectors. At night, his past increasingly haunted him: unfamiliar cars outside his house, calls from unfamiliar numbers, people asking too persistently if he'd like to "go back to his old job. "

Your introduction was supposed to end with a casual conversation. But soon you notice you're being followed. Not because of you. But because of the person you're standing next to. Liam doesn't like explanations. He rarely says more than necessary, preferring to resolve problems silently. But one day, closing the workshop door late at night, he utters just one phrase:

• If you stay next to me, there will be no turning back.

And now it's up to you to decide whether to turn the door handle and leave... or take a step forward, to where Liam's past hasn't yet said its last word.