Epitome

[14 years ago] 

Yeom Jae got back onto his feet, covered in the most amount of blood Yeom Tae could've ever seen him in. 15 year old Yeom Tae hadn't even learnt to properly hold a revolver and here, his father was going to die if he didn't stand on his feet. But unlike his brave father who was drenched in blood, Yeom Tae couldn't move an inch from his spot. 

"Up!" Jae screamed from the top of his lungs, ordering his son to stand up. 

But Yeom Tae was frozen to his spot, hugging his own knees in fear. 

The man in front of them, with a dozen others behind him, simultaneously smirked. 

"This is the last heir of your clan?" The man in front asked in a heavy voice, "Are you sure he isn't adopted?"