[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.
