Seung-joon stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes tracing every detail of his face. He took his time, studying each feature with slow precision. Every time he looked at himself like this, memories of his parents filled his mind. The images were vague, like faded photographs, but the emotions were sharp. He could still feel the warmth of their love, the happiness of those brief moments when they were all together. It was a happiness that now felt unreachable, a relic of a past haunted by loss.
His heart tightened, and bitterness crept in as he remembered the man responsible—his grandfather. His mother's tragic death and the grief that consumed his father all traced back to that man. A silent promise echoed in his chest, one he'd made to himself long ago.
"Mom... Dad... I'll avenge you. Even if it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure you rest in peace."