He never knew his mother.
They said she died after giving birth to him.
However, after years, he started to believe otherwise.
His father.
Brian had conflicting thoughts about him.
His father treated him more seriously than anything in the world, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only because of how useful he was.
Or rather—how unique he was.
But even as the feeling of being treated as a tool deepened with age, Brian couldn't help but find himself wanting to follow his father's wishes and win his favor.
The first time he killed—he was seven.
His father praised him.
It made Brian happy despite the conflicting emotions within him.
But as he grew stronger, killing ordinary people no longer satisfied his father.
That made Brian anxious.
This was the only man he cared about in the world. The others around his father only respected him from afar and rarely interacted with him.
