What if you had the power to dictate how someone acts and responds in any situation? How would you lead them?
Would you guide them to greatness? Or would you abuse that control?
His name is Amadeus Tenrah.
A young man born into wealth—yet missing the most important thing in the world. Love.
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His parents were busy people and they never really stayed home.
If they were, they'd rather have their time for themselves to rest or to relax rather than spend time with their only son.
So, Amadeus grew up cared for by maids and house helpers, over whom he constantly showed his detachment and crave for validation.
He would throw tantrums, make loud noises, or perform something out of the ordinary. Then he would easily get upset, angry, or frustrated.
Because of this, the helpers around him found it difficult to care or form a connection. No one stayed long enough—they all gave up on him.
They all left him without ever truly knowing who he was, or what he wanted.
This behavior extended to his parents. The reason behind it?
Attention.
He would Intentionally break or damage objects to get a reaction.
Physically harmed the maid or himself to get attention.
Constantly interrupting their conversations.
What did he get from it?
A look a parent should not give their child.
His parents thought he was too much.
"This kid, he's going to be a problem."
"He's not fit for society. We can send him to our island and let him spend his life there. We cannot afford to let the world know about him."
"Let him stay there at least until he fixes his attitude."
"I don't know, just get him out of this house. We can't afford to waste any more energy—we already give enough to our business."
He overheard them talking.
A teenager, simply seeking attention and love—abandoned because of it, or perhaps because of the lack of it.
It was a paradox. A catch-22.
If you were him, what would you do?
Knowing that if you stayed silent, no one would notice you—
But if you acted out, you'd only push them further away.
A lose-lose situation.
So, he did what a teenage boy would normally do.
Runaway.
He packed up his bag and got out of the house and ran.
"But where? Where do I go?"
He was home schooled and stayed inside the house for most of his life.
Because of it, he never really made any friends or even had a conversation with anyone.
Going out alone would make him feel anxious.
"I can't, I have nowhere to go."
So, he went back home and accepted his fate.
He was sent to a private island owned by his family, receiving visits only every two days for food restocking and cleaning.
And rare visits from his parent.
"Father, I don't want to be here."
"I decide for you. I feed you. I pay for everything. You follow whatever I say."
"What am I supposed to do here, Father?"
"Fix yourself. You'll stay here until you fix your attitude."
Amadeus couldn't help but ask himself, "But how?"
For years, he stayed there—his only companions were online games and social media.
Doesn't this sound like fun?
He had no responsibilities, no obligations. All he had to do was wake up and decide how to spend his day.
A dream life for the average person.
Or so it seemed.
No one cooked for him, so he ate whatever was available.
No one reminded him to sleep, so he stayed up for as long as he wanted.
No one was there to care.
This life gave him nothing—no connections, no relationships, no emotions to hold on to.
But it did give him something.
A chronic disease, the result of an unhealthy lifestyle.
By 20, he already had heart disease.
But who cares?
His life continued as is.
Gaming.
His escape.
Then one day, Beast Odyssey was announced.
"This game is big!"
"It has tons of features!"
"Maybe in this game I'll make a friend!"
"I'm willing to spend any amount of money just to make one!"
Then Lucien and his story began.
Going back to his current situation.
Lucien severed his hands, stripping him of the ability to log out.
He shattered his mouth, to remove his ability to talk.
He was in pain. Who wouldn't be?
He was crying, because of the pain? No.
Now that we know his story, we can say he was crying because he was just trying to make a connection the best way he knows.
But he was betrayed.
All his life he was betrayed.
Deprived.
Abandoned.
Disregarded.
He never really had anything aside from wealth.
So he cried.
Would you blame him for his actions?
Did he deserve his current situation?
Who knows?
The first friend he thought he had made.
The first connection he believed was real.
The first person he thought understood him.
Now stood before him, laughing maniacally—watching as he suffered from the very assault he inflicted.
That's why he was crying.
"Why are you crying?" Lucien asked.
"This is how you treat people, right? I learned it from you."
Was this really how I treated him?
"I know exactly what you want to do right now."
I know you do, you're my best buddy after all.
"You want to run, don't you?"
Yes. I want to run away and escape this life.
"You want to escape—I know."
You're right.
"You said this world is just a program, that none of this is real, right?"
Right, so is my world.
"And now you're asking what I'm doing?"
I shouldn't have.
"I'm just ripping out all the parts of your 'not real' body. What's the big deal?"
No big deal, Lucien.
"Are you in pain? Distressed?"
I am, and always have been. Thank you for asking, Lucien.
"Let me tell you something…"
I also wanted to tell you something.
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"I won't let you escape—not until I'm satisfied."
Even in the short time I spent with you, I was satisfied. I'm sorry for treating you this way, for transferring my pain onto you. I'm sorry... it was the only way I knew.
But thank you.
All my life, no one ever listened to me. No one stayed. No one smiled at me—until you came.
"This is just the beginning."
No... for me, this is the end. And thank you—for ending it.
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