### Chapter 2: The Invasion
The sun was high in the sky, its bright light reflecting the tranquility of suburban life. The two-story house, with its well-tended garden and toys scattered across the lawn, seemed to be an oasis of happiness. Inside, the family was gathered at the table for lunch, laughing and sharing stories. For Rep, this was a sight that was in stark contrast to his own loneliness.
He watched the scene through the window, his heart racing with each laugh that echoed from inside. This family was everything he had never had, and envy consumed him. The idea of invading their perfect life began to form in his mind, like a storm ready to explode. With a decisive movement, Rep approached the front door and, with a surge of adrenaline, broke it down.
The sound of the door opening abruptly interrupted their lunch. The woman, with brown hair and a warm smile, turned in alarm, her eyes widening when she saw Rep standing in the doorway with a gleaming knife in her hand. The man, realizing the situation, quickly stood up, trying to protect his family.
"Get out of here!" he shouted, but Rep had already made his decision. In one swift movement, he advanced and, before the woman could react, plunged the blade into her throat. Her scream was muffled by the shock, as blood gushed out, painting the table red. The man, horrified, turned to help his wife, but Rep did not hesitate.
With a well-aimed blow, he hit the man in the stomach. The impact made the man stagger back, trying to recover, but the pain was intense. He tried to hit Rep with a punch, but Rep, in a moment of pure brutality, kicked him in the private parts. The man fell to the ground, groaning in pain, his strength quickly fading.
Rep approached, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He crouched down next to the man, who was incapacitated and panting. Without hesitation, Rep began stabbing him repeatedly, each blow a silent scream of frustration and rage. The man had no chance to fight back, and within seconds, he was inert, the life draining from his body.
The screams of the children, who watched in terror and paralysis, echoed in Rep's mind. He turned to them, his heart pounding. Their frightened little eyes were filled with terror and confusion, and for a brief moment, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a bolt of lightning. What had he done? The sight of the pain on their innocent faces made him hesitate.
The knife was still in his hand, bloody and heavy. He looked at the children, who were shaking, and felt a wave of revulsion and remorse. Rep raised the knife, the temptation to end their lives pulsing through his mind, but something inside him resisted. With an internal scream, he turned and fled the house, leaving behind the chaos he had created.
As he ran down the street, the sound of sirens beginning to echo in the distance, Rep felt torn. The desire to be noticed had turned into a nightmare, and instead of fame, he only found the cruel reality of his actions. The laughter and happiness he once envied now became shadows that haunted him, and for the first time, he wondered if he had truly found what he was looking for.