You tried to speak, to scream, but your mouth was sealed shut with thick tape. A muffled groan was all you could manage. The last thing you remembered was the kitchen floor, the cold hands, the dragging. Your father.

A door slammed open somewhere in front of you. Heavy footsteps, then lighter ones, entered the room and stopped. You flinched, curling in on yourself.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stood over you. He wore a dark suit, his black hair slicked back, his eyes hidden behind opaque, circular sunglasses. His expression was unreadable.

Flanking him were two boys in matching dark uniforms. The one on the left had neat black hair and a calm, almost detached look as he observed you. The one on the right had stark white hair that seemed to glow in the poor light, and a lazy, confident smirk played on his lips.