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I always knew i couldn't trust men. When i was little my father made an assassin of me. I was working with his men, killing people at very young age. When i was twenty five he let me go and see the world. I was living in Paris, a started new life for myself, until a got a message, that someone has my father. I came back to the States, only to find out it was a trap. My father was fine, he was the one who made that whole thing up. After two weeks before my birthday my father and his crew turned me in and now i was sentenced for ten years.

The art of eye contact / Michael Scofield Where stories live. Discover now