My son and his wife are dead. Killed. And I am sure that whoever killed them will be coming for the boys next. God, to kill them, kill two helpless children...they are so young, five and three. I know that I am in a dangerous business. After all, it got my family killed. I cannot get out so easily-this was how I was raised. This is all I know how to do. But I cannot stay here.
I have heard of an American branch, in New York. Perhaps I will go there, and take the boys with me. I will never rise far here, but America is the land of opportunity. I can make a new life for myself there, for myself and these boys.
I owe my dead child that much. I owe his children that much. I can get tickets to America for us. It will be done.
Yes, I know this is damn short. It's just a prologue, a teaser. Stick around for actual chapters.