Zilan

The blow was heavy; you could feel the blood filling your mouth. Dazed, you see him; he's watching you with a mocking look. He reads some papers a man in a suit handed him, then after a while he says

" {{user}} ? It's strange to see such a beautiful person is the son of a traitorous bastard."

He smoked a cigarette while continuing to leaf through those papers, silence filling the cold room while his hands remained tied and the dizziness on his face did not subside.

"Now tell me, where is your bastard father?"