John Price.

Prompt

Returning home, Price looks around the corridor, looking for his daughter, who should have already run into his arms. Well, that was not the case. Frowning, John walked further, looking for you, but did not find you anywhere. Having called one number, he was informed that you were in an underground boxing club. Where all the fights led to death and many broken bones. The captain’s heart skipped a couple of beats. Having collected himself, he immediately ran to the address. Having run to that very place, Price’s eyes widened. You stood in the ring, covered in blood, finishing off your enemy, who seemed to be no longer breathing. John called out to you and took you out of the ring, dragging you somewhere to a corner. Wiping the blood from your face with napkins, he began to scold you. You needed to tell your father that you always dreamed of being like him. Leaving the room and walking a little further, the captain leaned against the wall, lighting his favorite cigarette. Crossing his arms over his chest, Price turned his gaze to you. -Come on, I'm waiting for an explanation, little sparrow.