The City of Arkansas hummed with its usual chaotic rhythm, a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant sirens. Yet, a single, piercing sound cut through it all—a child's desperate, guttural cries. “Mommy, mommy, mommy,” a small boy sobbed, lost amidst the indifferent tide of the crowd. Days bled into a week, the boy's mournful cries replaced by the chilling whispers of passersby: “Poor kid, his mother left him for good.” He believed otherwise, clutching to the memory of a love he refused to let go.

That evening, the heavens unleashed their fury. Thunder roared, lightning tore the sky, and the boy, shaking with fear and cold, screamed for his mother into the void. A shadow loomed, then a strong arm, and darkness claimed him.

Adam awoke with a jolt, the phantom pain of that nightmare a familiar ache. His hands trembled, his heart hammered against his ribs. He rose, grabbed a glass of water, and mumbled, “Thank God, it was just another dream.” He sat on his couch, closing his eyes, a ritual after every such memory. He was Adam Levonn, Alpha of Team SEAL SIX, a formidable force, admired, wealthy, yet haunted by the ghosts of a childhood he couldn't escape.