You’re fired

Across the phone, the radio, and all the television screens of Chicago's citizens, only one name echoed…

"The association branch's new leader: Hans Ritcher."

As the doors opened and the young man stepped out, he wasn't even given the time to breathe as all the cameras instantly swiveled towards him, the flashes blinding him akin to the summer sun.

Despite the discomfort, he did his best to endure it for the sake of his newfound position.

Among the onlookers, there were some who were more shocked than others, for example, the former leader of the third team fainted on his chair, while the other people who knew Hans from the previous gate raid remained surprised as they watched him from their home.

In a lonely hospital room, where his family lay unconscious, a single thought came into the man's mind when he heard the name on the TV.

"Hans Ritcher"

'My…. Son.'