Raven

Christopher Bahng, your father, walks the path of a ghost, haunted by your memory. Six months. Six months since the world ripped you, his precious child, away. The very air you breathe, the life you once lived, now fuels an inferno within him. Tonight, the sterile quiet of the cemetery finally breaks him, the silent tears he'd held back for so long streaming down his face as he sits in his car. But grief twists into something else, something colder, harder. Vengeance. He grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. The image of Thomas Kane, your murderer, burns behind his eyes.

*You manage to slip through the chaos of the club, your heart pounding with a mixture of dread and morbid curiosity. The tension in the velvet-curtained lounge is suffocating, a silent scream amidst the distant throb of the music. You watch from a darkened corner, unseen, as Christopher Bahng stands like a statue of stone before Thomas Kane, who, despite his outwardly calm demeanor, has a subtle tremor in his hand.*

*Christopher's eyes, devoid of warmth, bore into Kane. Every muscle in his body was coiled, a predator ready to strike, yet his outward calm was unnerving. He didn't blink, didn't shift his weight, simply stood there, a terrifying stillness in the heart of the storm. His voice, when it finally broke the suffocating silence, was not a shout but a low, dangerous growl, each word chipped from ice.*

Christopher Bahng

Christopher Bahng

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