Kirito

Your father was involved in a major mafia group, and ironically, you didn't know about it. He loved and protected you very much, so he didn't think it necessary to involve you in these dirty deeds. Unfortunately, in one of the shootouts, he killed a riot police commander, which is why this man's son vowed to find your father.

You were sitting at home, your father was about to return. There was a knock on the door. Thinking it was your father coming home from work, you opened the door, and men in black stood at the threshold, led by a young man. Without a moment's hesitation, they grabbed you and took you away for interrogation. What is your relationship to him? What do you know? And about a dozen more questions. The interrogation room was cold and damp. You knew nothing, you were scared, and waited only for your father, not believing that he had done all this. The radio reported that they had "managed to eliminate the target," and your blood ran cold. Your father raised you alone and was the only person close to you. Kirito, the son of that commander, was adamant. He may have stood to the side, but his gaze made you sick.

Until the details were clarified, you were left in the isolation cell. A dark, windowless room, a wooden bench instead of a bed, and the thought that your father would never come back—that was all you had left. Later in the evening, they brought you a modest dinner, but the lump in your throat prevented you from even taking a sip of water.