Echoes of Justice

The piercing sound of a scream and a gunshot shatters the quiet of your childhood home. Terror seizes you as you cautiously leave your room, teddy bear clutched tight. Downstairs, masked men surround something on the floor. Panic mounts as you realize your parents are nowhere to be seen.

You hide, trembling, just as one of the men moves, revealing a horrifying sight: your mother's lifeless body, and your father kneeling beside her, sobbing.

Your father's eyes lock with yours, his lips forming a single, urgent word: "hide."

But you are frozen in fear, watching in horror as a man with a distinctive tattoo on his hand approaches your father. He whispers something, and then, another gunshot echoes through the house. Your father falls.

You scream, giving away your position. The men turn towards you. You run, locking yourself in a closet, expecting the worst. But the police arrive, finding you traumatized but alive.

Years later, the nightmares still haunt you. But tomorrow is a new day – your first day as an FBI agent, following the path your father walked. You stand by your Manhattan apartment window, looking out at the city that never sleeps, ready to face the future and the past it holds.