Dark days had cast their shadow over Petri's once bright fate. As he arrived at the Bendeta Mansion with his son James, a chilling sight greeted him. The grounds were swarmed with private police, and his older brother Kisame stood there, tears streaming down his face. Shocked, Petri rushed to his brother's side, his voice filled with concern.
"Big brother! What happened? What's going on?" Petri asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
Kisame struggled to compose himself, his voice trembling with sorrow. "A group of highly skilled thieves raided the Bendeta Mansion, Petri. They took Mariposa...she's gone."
Petri stood frozen in disbelief, his mind unable to process the magnitude of the tragedy before him. Slowly, he made his way to the lifeless body of his beloved wife, his heart heavy with grief. "Who could do such a thing? Who is responsible for this?"
Kisame's private police managed to apprehend one of the thieves, and they brought him before Petri. With cold, determined eyes, Petri stared at the thief, his voice filled with anger and pain. "Don't utter a word. Don't beg for mercy. Your words cannot bring back the dead."
Petri decided to imprison the thief within the confines of the mansion, a grim reminder of the pain and loss he had endured. He intended to use the thief for future experiments, a twisted form of justice born from his anguish.
After Mariposa's funeral, Petri turned to his longtime friend, Dr. Lizardo Delmundo, seeking solace and assistance. Petri approached the scientist with an offer he couldn't resist, promising him a substantial increase in salary.
"Dr. Lizardo, work for me! I will reward you handsomely, ten times your current salary," Petri pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.
Dr. Lizardo, known for his love of money, couldn't resist such a tempting proposition. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he replied, "Petri, my friend! That's what true friendship is about! I am always here to help you with your problems, because you are Don Petri, my friend!"
Petri revealed a valuable artifact he had acquired through an auction, a book once owned by Dr. Frankenstein himself. The book held the secrets of the infamous scientist, who had dared to create life from lifelessness.
Petri and Dr. Lizardo embarked on a clandestine journey, transforming the Bendeta Mansion into a secret laboratory. Hidden from prying eyes, they delved into forbidden research, seeking answers and the means to bring about their desired outcomes.
Meanwhile, James, fueled by hatred and a thirst for revenge against the thief who took his mother's life, found his own dark path. Don Petri supported his son's descent into darkness, guiding him to become a ruthless killer. James would infiltrate thief groups, lure them to the Bendeta Mansion with promises of treasures, and then eliminate them one by one.
With each life taken, James added to his father's experiments. He had become an extension of Petri's desires, driven by the pain of loss and the pursuit of vengeance.
Months passed, and another wave of devastation crashed upon the Bendeta family. Don Kisame received the heartbreaking news that his sister Oreyna and her husband Harry had perished in a tragic plane crash. Overwhelmed by grief, Don Kisame drowned his sorrows in bottles of alcohol, seeking solace in the numbing haze of intoxication.
Petri, still reeling from the loss of his wife Mariposa, stood by his brother-in-law's side, offering support in their shared sorrow. Dr. Lizardo, too, joined their mournful days, understanding the weight of their pain. The three men gathered around a table in the Bendeta mansion, their hearts heavy with the absence of their loved ones.
The weight of the world seemed to crush Petri, and the depression that had taken hold of him reached its peak. The financial strain of his declining toy company, coupled with his overwhelming grief, pushed him to make a difficult decision. He chose to shut down his once-thriving business, now bankrupt and devoid of hope. The world would no longer see the creations of Don Petri, as they faded into obscurity.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, as time slipped through their fingers like sand. The pain of their losses remained, etched deep within their souls. Years passed, each one carrying the weight of their grief and the burden of their shattered dreams.