Violence & Coercion

The air around grew thick with every inhale of fear and desperation as the exhale was filled with pain. Tyrone’s world has turned around just in the past few hours. Just moments ago, he found out his true identity, that he never knew existed. Now the dream was short lived and turned into a nightmare that comes along with violence and coercion.

The mask man, with a menace stature embodied an aura that kept regenerating, stood over him, his voice was low, and he mumbled some words which were not clear. “Sign it,” he demanded, his words indifferent to the grave silence that had filled the room. There was no paper, no pen, Tyrone was looking bewildered, just a chilling ultimatum.

Tyrone's mind was unstable. His new inheritance, which he just found out lately, was an emblem of his new identity, a coolness to an unstable mind of his past that was taken from him. To give up the inheritance was to surrender a part of himself. Yet the steel bar that the masked man held tightly on his hand was