Daniel felt a deep sadness over losing his parents. He was alone in a world that seemed to have turned against him. The rumors were harsh: his parents had died during a bank robbery, shot by police in a fierce gun battle, though that it what most people think because that's what the police have said but that's a lie, that's not what happened.
Every time he thought about it, a wave of despair washed over him. It was taking a toll on his mental health. At only 17 years old, he felt burdened by the weight of their deaths. He was a different person now, forever changed by their loss.
He couldn't understand how his parents, kind and loving as they were, could have ended up robbing a bank. There had to be more to the story, something he was determined to uncover.
After a quick shower, Daniel put on his shorts and headed back to the training ground. He was a skilled martial artist and had been a member of a strong team. But after his parents' death, he was kicked out. They couldn't trust a boy whose parents had committed such a crime, fearing he might become dangerous.
Ironically, Daniel had been the strongest member of the team, which was precisely why they were afraid. A day after he was expelled, a group of men attacked the training ground, burning it to the ground. None of the team members survived.
Daniel was the last man standing. The only survivor of the city's martial arts elite. He couldn't shake the question: why had they been attacked? Why had they been hunted down and killed? Something was wrong, something deeper, and he was determined to find the truth.
His training was a blur of anger and frustration. Punching the bag with all his might, he felt his rage build until the bag ripped from its chain, scattering across the floor. He slumped against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the silence pressing down on him.
He was alone. Always alone.
His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten in hours. But the thought of venturing out into the city filled him with dread. People didn't like him. They hated him, for reasons he couldn't understand. They blamed him for everything, calling him a failure, a bad omen.
They whispered about him, avoiding him like a plague. He'd been summoned to the police station countless times, forced to explain himself, to prove his innocence. He knew the truth would come out eventually, but until then, he was trapped in a cycle of suspicion and fear.
He was a warrior, a lone wolf, trained to fight and defend himself. He'd proven his skills countless times during his days with MenMartial, the elite martial arts team he'd led. They were a force to be reckoned with, trained to operate independently, refusing orders from anyone, even the president. Their mission: to fight corruption. It was in their blood, a core principle they lived and died by.
Daniel's parents had known this, had understood the dangers, and had sent their only son to join the team. They knew it would be a dangerous path, a life filled with shadows and secrets. But they also knew that Daniel was born to fight for what was right, to stand against the darkness.
Daniel was accepted into the MenMartial team with a single glance. The master saw his potential, his spirit, and knew he would become a great warrior. But an enemy, envious of Daniel's talent, had cruelly taken his parents and teammates, leaving him alone. Now, Daniel was a one-man army, constantly facing the threat of his enemy's return.
Despite his grueling training, Daniel was already sweating. He had torn through ten punching bags, but his hunger was pulling him away. He needed to eat. After grabbing some food, he'd return to his training.
He entered the bathroom, showered, and changed into his simple clothes. He pulled on his black sweater, the hood hiding his face. He hated drawing attention, knowing it could lead to trouble. Avoiding people's eyes was the best way to stay safe.
Leaving his apartment, Daniel headed for the nearest supermarket. He grabbed some groceries, tucked them into his black cellophane bag, and started back home. Suddenly, he heard a woman's scream.
The girl looked to be about his age, maybe seventeen or even older. It was clear that the boys surrounding her, who seemed to be her friends, were harassing her. They were grabbing things from her hands, their actions aggressive and menacing.
Daniel's training kicked in. He hated seeing people treated like animals, oppressed, or subjected to any form of corruption or evil. He loathed them, just as he had been taught in the MenMartial team.
Daniel knew that if he intervened, the boys would mock him, and the girl might even join in. He'd experienced this before, fighting corruption only to be met with resistance from the very people he was trying to help. He wanted to turn away, to mind his own business.
But the girl's screams grew louder, and Daniel couldn't ignore them. He spun around and charged towards the group, his voice booming, "Get away from her!" He shoved one of the boys, sending the girl's belongings scattering across the ground.
Without hesitation, Daniel knelt and gathered her books and personal items. As he handed them back, he couldn't help but stare at her. She was beautiful, with ocean-blue eyes, reddish lips, and a cute, blonde face. She was average in height, but her beauty was undeniable.
"Are you alright?" Daniel asked, his voice soft. The girl accepted her belongings, nodding gratefully and panting heavily.