Alexander Elko, the guy who used to be happy, who used to be loved, who used to have everything. Gone. All gone. He was left with nothing but anger, nothing but sadness, nothing but a loss of hope. He was going to kill that man. The one who murdered his family, the person who stole any sliver of happiness he could've had. Sure he might have a house that is considered to be a mansion and is worshiped by the entire female population. But as they say, money can't buy happiness because it's not for sale. That's what he thought at that moment. It was true, because happiness comes naturally