Once again, Ren was alone.
Something inside him broke that night. The innocence he had clung to, the love that Aira had sparked within him, was consumed by the overwhelming darkness. The boy who had once been gentle and kind was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous.
Ren rose from Aira's body, his heart cold and dead. He killed the remaining soldiers with brutal efficiency, his grief and rage driving him to slaughter without mercy. He didn't stop there. He hunted down anyone connected to the government, anyone responsible for the suffering of the innocent. His name became feared, whispered in terror by those who knew of his deeds.
But no amount of bloodshed could fill the emptiness inside him.