In the thick early-morning fog, a boy ran breathlessly toward the only place he still believed could save him — the yard of a motorcycle club, where a group of life-hardened men were preparing to ride out. “Help me, please! I have no one else!” he cried, a fresh wound near his eye and his heart broken with fear. The group’s leader, a man with a hard gaze and a greying beard, stepped forward to calm him… until he noticed something hanging from the boy’s neck: two worn military tags, engraved with the same wolf-and-eagle emblem he himself wore on his chest. His hands trembled.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice breaking. The boy, sobbing, answered: “It was my dad’s… before he left.” In that instant, twenty years of silence and unanswered questions came crashing down on that man’s heart all at once.
“Your dad was my brother, kid. And now I have you,” the leader whispered, his voice breaking as a tear traced down his weathered face. He wrapped the boy in a strong, protective embrace, as if he could instantly give back all the lost years. But the moment of peace lasted only an instant. The boy suddenly tensed in his arms, eyes wide with terror, fixed on something behind them. “He’s coming! It’s him!” he whispered, terrified. The leader turned slowly… and through the thick fog of the road, a lone motorcycle emerged, its headlight cutting through the mist like a knife.
The rider stopped in front of the group, slowly removed his helmet, revealing a scarred face… and a smile that promised nothing good. “Looks like you found a new home, kid,” he said, with a calm that ran cold. The boy stepped back, gripping the leader’s hand. Who was this man, really? And what was his connection to the boy’s father’s death? The answer is about to change the fate of everyone in that yard.
