Ren's digital assistant spoke in a voice that was unusually cautious, almost hesitant. "There's something you should know," it began, its tone carrying an underlying tension. "I don't know much about my master, the one who designed me. He's a mystery, even to me. But I do know this—if I ever reveal anything about him to you, I will be destroyed instantly."
The words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken warning. Ren stood silent, listening carefully. He could sense that this was not just idle talk. There was real danger here, a threat neither of them could fully comprehend.
"And if that happens," the assistant continued, "you will die along with him. Whoever he is, whatever powers he possesses—there's a connection that binds the three of us. A failsafe, maybe. Or something more sinister."
Ren's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. The thought of being tied to an unseen force, one that could wipe him out without warning, was unsettling. But for now, the assistant had said all it could. Any further probing could lead to both their ends, and neither Ren nor the assistant was ready for that risk.
Ren's expression hardened as he spoke to his assistant. "Whatever consequences may come, we'll face them," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. The unknown dangers surrounding his mysterious creator didn't frighten him. Ren had faced countless threats, battled monsters, and survived impossible odds. This was no different. The assistant, though cautious, understood the gravity of Ren's resolve. They were in this together, and no threat—no matter how dark or hidden—would stop them from moving forward.
Ren's gaze shifted to the distance, his mind made up. "We'll handle whatever comes," he repeated, with finality.
Ren, concerned for Lyra's safety, quickly booked a taxi and took her by the hand. They waited in silence as the car arrived, the weight of the situation pressing on both of them. Once inside, Ren guided her into the seat and sat beside her, keeping a protective eye on their surroundings. The streets passed by in a blur, but his focus remained sharp. His house was their destination, a place where they could find shelter and regroup. Ren knew that once they arrived, he would have to prepare for whatever came next, but for now, getting Lyra home was his priority.
He then reaches his home and gets off the taxi and starts going inside the house. He takes Lyra along holding her hand. As soon as he enters the house, his step mom and his step sister ask him who is this girl and why have you brought her here?
Her name is Lyra and from today she is the owner of this place. And you will have to obey all her orders from today onwards.
They followed his order and said as you wish master and then she took Lyra to the room.
Then Ren also went inside his room and after going inside his room he started thinking about those four remaining women. He was thinking about them. But suddenly he started feeling something strange inside his room and as soon as he turned back, what?
In a dark, quiet room, Ren stood still, his back straight and his head tilted slightly as if awaiting the inevitable. His cursed powers radiated off him in waves, the air heavy with their presence. Four women surrounded him, their eyes burning with intent to kill. They had been sent as assassins, their mission simple: eliminate Ren. Yet, they did not know who they were dealing with.
Each of the women was deadly in her own right- assassins trained in the dark arts, gifted with speed, precision, and a bloodthirsty drive. They moved in sync, their weapons drawn, circling Ren like predators ready to pounce on their prey. But as they prepared to strike, something stopped them.
Ren's gaze, cold and piercing, locked onto theirs.
One by one, their eyes met his, and it was as if time froze. A chill ran down their spines, an inexplicable terror gripping their hearts. His eyes-those eyes-held a darkness so deep, it threatened to swallow them whole. The women hesitated, the confidence they had moments ago now slipping away.
Ren didn't move. He didn't need to. His cursed powers had already begun to take hold of their minds. It wasn't the type of power that required action; it was the kind that seeped into the soul, stripping away layers of resistance, baring their innermost fears. The women, once fierce and deadly, now felt as fragile as glass in his presence.
"Do it," Ren whispered, his voice low, barely audible, but it carried the weight of command.
Their weapons shook in their hands. One of the women, the leader of the group, clenched her jaw, trying to muster the will to strike. But those eyes-they kept her frozen. What was this feeling? Why couldn't she move? Her entire body betrayed her, refusing to act on the violence she had been trained to carry out.
In that moment, the truth hit her and the others like a tidal wave. They were not facing a mere man. They were in the presence of something far more powerful, far more terrifying. His cursed power wasn't just something that could kill-he could control minds, manipulate wills, without lifting a finger.
Another of the women dropped her weapon. Her legs trembled beneath her as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't understand why, but something inside her told her that death was the only escape from this nightmare. There was no defeating him-there was no escaping his gaze. All hope vanished in the abyss of Ren's eyes.
One by one, they fell to their knees, their faces pale with dread. Ren still hadn't moved, but his power did. It worked silently, crawling into their minds, whispering to them that their only way out was through death.
Without a word, the first woman lifted her blade and plunged it into her chest. The second followed, then the third. The leader, still shaking, looked at Ren one last time, as if begging for mercy, but found none. Her hand moved on its own, driven by an unseen force, and she too ended her life.
Ren stood in the center of the carnage, his expression as cold as it had been from the beginning. He watched their bodies fall to the floor, lifeless, and felt nothing.