As I swam desperately towards the still-distant land, I couldn’t hold back my tears. My parents, two older brothers, their wives, their kids. All dead. Only I had survived, but I had no idea for how long. Huge waves engulfed me, and my thoughts unwittingly went back to the yacht.

It was meant to be a family fun day, a picnic after a very long time. We opened a bottle of champagne, the kids were getting high on sundaes and sun. Everything was blissful, everything was perfect. Until that fair-haired assassin showed up.

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