"It’s not worth much, but it’s important to me. Give it back!" I said quickly, reaching to take it.
That jade pendant was the only keepsake my parents left me. They were heroes—martyrs—and my greatest role models.
The last time I saw them was the day before my eighteenth birthday.
They told me that after one final mission, they’d be back to make it up to me.
I waited.
And waited.
But they never came home—only two urns and this necklace were delivered to me.
My superior told me they’d given their lives for the country, and entrusted him to pass this necklace on to me before they died.
It was their belated birthday gift.
My most precious treasure.
My reverse scale.
And I would never—ever—allow anyone to destroy it.
