The Killick Family is well known for its wealth. As the first four letters of their family name says, — 'kill' — they are rumoured to be prestigious killers— assassins. No one really proved what the rumour states, not until one night. The whole neighbourhood was awakened by the loud slashing and sparring of swords and gunshots in the house of the Killicks.

"Jean! Get out of here and save my daughter. I will buy you some time. Go by the nearby port and get on the sailing ship tonight. Leave, have a peaceful life somewhere, where no one knows about us. Save Sarah, for she's the only hope of the Killicks."

Jean trembled in fear when her brother's bloodied hand wrapped around her as he planted a warm kiss on her forehead. Then, he distanced from her, picked up his two years old daughter, planted a long kiss on her forehead, and handed her to Jean as the thudding, screaming, grunting from the sparring swords and random gunshots echoed inside the house.

"Tristan Killick, who are they? Why are they killing the whole family? Come with us, you can't afford to die here as well. Our parents, other siblings, and your wife are dead!" Tears were falling from the eyes of Jean, whilst the young Sarah snuggled into her arms, sobbing as if she understands that it will be the last time that she will see her father.

Tristan Killick did not answer his younger sister's words, rather focused his attention to the man who barged in the room, holding a sword in his left hand as his right hand held a gun, ready to be fired anytime. The man's sword was dripping with red and fresh blood, even tiny pieces of human flesh were still clinging on its sharp blade. "Jean, go! Teach her what I have taught you!"

The man fired the gun to him, but Tristan was quick to dodge it. He launched a hard kick on the man and it landed on his stomach. It sent him a few steps backwards as Tristan quickly grabbed his left hand, twisting it in a very fine yet forceful move, and with a blink of an eye he had already taken the sword from the man. "Jean, now!" Tristan looked back at Jean, shot her with a pleading gaze. "Teach her everything I have taught you. Hunt the Hudsons."

A loud thud echoed in the room as the handle of the gun of the man hit Tristan's head, and had him fall to the floor. Jean wanted to help him, but he shook his head and he muttered 'go' in a silent manner. She had no choice but to go.

Before Jean could finally banish the room, she turned around and saw Tristan's sword pierced through the man's heart, but before life abandoned the man's body, he managed to shoot a fire and the bullet pierced through Tristan's head. Blood splashed out of Tristan's head, his skull cracked open, his head shattered as it smashed against the concrete floor. Life had abandoned his body.

"No!" Jean went numb, while young Sarah went screaming as her eyes landed on the disastrous mess in the room because of the splattering blood from the two bodies that were laid lifeless on the floor.

"Papa?..."