Ren got home at around dinner time, as he put down his bag and groceries, he found that Jun was laying on the couch watching tv as usual, waiting for Ren to make dinner.
"You're back? what'd you do all day?" Jun said without sparing Ren a second glance, eyes glued to the screen.
"Just shopping for some stuff, stop watching tv and come help me prepare dinner." Ren then walked towards Jun, reaching for the remote.
Jun smacked Ren's hand away, "WAIT! I'm watching the news right now." Jun grabbed the remote and sat on it, not moving an inch. He then points towards the tv, gesturing for Ren to watch. "Look at this Ren, there were murders near this area, I've gotta keep up to date to keep us safe."
Ren reached out to Jun and began tickling him, "Huh? who's protecting who?" Ren continued tickling Jun, despite him continuously telling him to stop.
After a few minutes of tickling, Ren stops. "Alright, close that tv and come help, Dinner isn't going to make itself." Ren grabbed the remote and closed the tv. Ren tossed the remote back onto the sofa and dragged Jun into the kitchen.
Dinner was pleasant between the brothers, and Ren gradually remembers how Jun and him used to interact. Few hours later, Ren tried to send Jun to his room. He was met with protest, but he was still dragged to his room.
"Go to sleep Jun, otherwise you'll never grow taller than me." Ren ruffled Jun's hair, before escaping the room as Jun threw pillows at him. He peeked back in with a smile on his face, but it quickly dropped when the door closed.
'King.' Ren walked towards his room, opening his laptop to bring up the news channel Jun was watching. As he rewinded back to the particular story a few hours ago, King moved onto Ren's hand to watch.
*"Law enforcement believe the multiple homicide cases in this area are the work of a new serial killer. The victims bear no similarity between each other, except for the cause of death: A clean hole through the middle of the forehead and empty skulls. This horrific crime scene is replicated at every case, although it is unknown what the perpetrator does with the brains of their victims. This is O'Neal signing out, stay safe out there."* *Click*
Ren sat there, looking at the image of a victim. 'What do you think?' Ren looked down at King, waiting for his response.
'This is the work of a mutant beast, Those skulls are emptied too cleanly.' King concluded. 'Look at the bodies, the hole is always in an exact spot on the face. There are no wounds anywhere else on their body, clothes are also intact, no sign of a struggle.' King then focused his eyes, allowing Ren to see what he sees.
'These clues don't yield anything concrete, but I think they all had their guard down towards the mutant beast, and not ambushed.' King continued, studying the bodies.
'I agree, There are no holes on the back of their heads. They are all also wearing casual wear, almost like going out with a friend...' Ren then scanned the bodies and shook his head. 'That wouldn't make sense, no human in this period has seen a mutant beast, let alone befriend one.
'No, you're correct. This mutant was a superior of mine for a while.' King stopped sharing his vision and looked at Ren. 'This one is tricky, physically, he's weaker than us right now. But...'
'But? who is this mutant? Ren tensed up, waiting for King to respond.
'He's the only shapeshifter mutant I know, The mosquito mutant with a special skill. Beelzebub.'