MASKS

[Flashback]

"Look after our son. That's the only thing I want... Raise him to be a good man... Promise me, Hon..." Gizzle, Rodrik's first wife, spoke in her weak voice and looked into his eyes while grabbing Rodrik's hand. She slowly closed her eyes.

"I promise... I will. I promise..." Rodrik muttered as drops of tears fell on Gizzle's lifeless hand, "Rest in the embrace of God..." He kissed his wife's head.

[Present Time]

Rodrik knew that if the elders ever heard the things Tristen had done, then he would be executed on the spot. He must find a way to bury the matter and save his son's life at any cost.

"Gizzle... What should I do?"

"What would you have done...?"

"It looks like I failed to be a good father..."

Rodrik thought as he clenched his fists. Nails dug into his palms, and blood started to drip.