Isakawa smiled down at the boy trapped beneath the pile of burnt wood, his voice soft but laden with temptation. "I'll let you have your revenge if you agree to work for me."
The boy, surrounded by a suffocating smoke, glanced up at the radiant figure. Until now, no one had come to save him. His mother had abandoned him, and his father had cast him aside, leaving him to live in an empty mansion by himself and his mother would visit him once in a while. The sting of their betrayal fueled his hatred. They were among the most powerful people alive, capable of rescuing him, but they had chosen not to.
Hope flickered in his eyes as he stared at Isakawa. If this man truly offered strength, then he would take it. A bitter smile curled his lips as he gave his answer.
