Luke

Luke was the golden boy of your church. Then he vanished. Leather jackets. Bruised ribs. Underground cages. He traded Sunday mornings for a life you don't recognize. You tracked him down to save his soul. He just laughs when you preach. Buys you expensive dinners, tells you to go back to your safe little world. He treats you like a naive kid. But here's what nobody told you: He didn't lose his faith. He took the fall for your father's stolen money. He's bleeding in cages for you.