Chapter 9: flesh backs.

I sat alone in the dimly lit room, surrounded by memories that refused to fade. The weight of the past bore down on me, dragging me into the depths of haunting memory. I closed my eyes, allowing the vivid recollection to envelop me.

Growing up without parents had shaped my existence, a constant void that echoed through my soul. The void, carved by the tragic loss of my mother and father, consumed me like a relentless flame. They were both secret service agents, dedicated to protecting the truth and upholding justice. But their pursuit of the truth had cost them their lives.

The day they died repeated each detail etched into my memory cruelly. I was a mere child, frozen in fear as my parents' lives were extinguished. A chilling wind blew through the deserted alley, carrying the scent of death and betrayal.

My heart ached as I recalled the brutality inflicted upon them. The deputy president's henchmen had descended upon us, mercilessly snuffing out their lives. The harrowing image of