The room was thick with the suffocating weight of death. Four women lay motionless on the cold floor, their bodies still warm, the life drained from them only moments before. The air reeked of despair, and the silence that followed their tragic end was chilling. Blood streaked the floor, a dark testament to the violence that had just occurred.
Ren stood at the center of the carnage, his tall figure casting a shadow over the lifeless forms. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now darker than ever. There was no trace of sorrow or regret in his gaze as he stared at the bodies, his expression devoid of empathy. Instead, his eyes were filled with something far more sinister-brutality. He looked upon the dead women not as victims but as mere objects, now discarded and of no further use.
His posture was rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of his breathing, steady and untroubled, as if the scene before him was a natural conclusion. To Ren, this was nothing more than another chapter in his story-a grim, inevitable turn in his twisted path toward power and control.
The door behind him creaked open, interrupting the suffocating stillness. Ren's stepmother, his stepsister, and Lyra-her lover-entered the room, their eyes widening in shock and horror at the scene before them. Their faces paled as they took in the sight of the four lifeless women and the man who stood over them with such a cold, detached presence.
His stepmother, usually so composed, gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes darted from one body to the next, then settled on Ren. She had always known there was something dark about him, but this-this was something far worse than she had imagined.
"Ren..." she whispered, her voice trembling. But there was no response. Ren's eyes never left the bodies. He barely acknowledged their presence.
His stepsister, frozen in place, stared at her brother with wide, disbelieving eyes. She had grown up alongside him, shared moments of both family and distance, but she had never seen him like this. The brutality in his eyes made her stomach turn.
Lyra, Ren's stepsister's lover, was the first to step forward, though even she hesitated before doing so. Her gaze flickered between Ren and the dead women, her mind racing to make sense of the scene.
"Ren, what have you done?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of unease.
Finally, Ren lifted his head to look at her. His gaze was cold, piercing through her as if the question itself was unnecessary, even foolish. His eyes held no remorse, no hint of the boy they had once known. He was something else now-something darker, far more dangerous.
Without a word, Ren turned away from the bodies, stepping over them with a casualness that sent a chill through the room. The women who had killed themselves meant nothing to him. His focus was already shifting to what came next. His power, his purpose, and the world that he was carving with his own hands-these were the only things that mattered now.
Ren stood in the dimly lit room, his presence commanding and unshakable. His voice, when he spoke, was low but filled with an intensity that chilled the air. "My father taught me one thing in life," he said, his gaze unwavering. "Don't be the boy who is loved by everyone. Become the man that everyone fears."
(Even though my father had always done wrong to me. He never loved me but what he had said was absolutely true.)
The words didn't just pass his lips—they resonated with the full force of his being, carrying the weight of years of ruthless experience. Ren wasn't reciting advice; he was living it. Every ounce of power in his body radiated from the belief that fear was the key to control, and love was a weakness meant for those who didn't understand the harsh realities of life.
As he stood there, his posture exuded the very essence of Sigma—detached from the need for approval, indifferent to praise. He didn't seek validation from anyone, and it was clear that he thrived on being the figure others feared. His eyes, sharp and brutal, carried a silent message: power was all that mattered, and fear was the most reliable way to attain it.
Ren's father had planted that seed in him long ago, and now it had fully taken root. To Ren, this was the ultimate truth. He didn't want to be the boy adored by everyone—he wanted to be the man people couldn't cross, the man who could bend the world to his will. And in that moment, it was evident that Ren had become exactly that.
Then he orders his step mother and step sister to take the bodies of these four people away from here. His step mother and step sister were taking the dead bodies. Then the fifth woman arrived there who was still under the control of Ren.
As soon as that woman entered the room, she saw that the bodies of the four women who were with her till now were now lying on the floor in front of her in the room.
Then he orders that woman to help these people in taking these dead bodies out of the room.
She followed his orders without any hesitation and started taking the dead bodies of her companions out of the room.
Now he was very tired. He was now upset with so many things. Then he went back inside his room and went to sleep on his bed because it was 8 o'clock at night.He tries to sleep but he is unable to sleep because many thoughts are troubling him. The most important thing going on in his mind is who is the owner of my assistant who has designed him for me because he knows everything about me.
I don't know why but I can feel a sense of danger ahead.
He had fallen asleep thinking about all this.