Aviline – 2:31 PM
Ethan is running through the vast fields, where the vibrant colors of the flowers sway with the breeze. His laughter echoes in the air, filled with innocence and hope. The sunlight shines in the blue sky, as though encouraging his spirit to play and roam without limits.
Suddenly, the door to the house opens, and Emma rushes out, her face pale, with a deep anxiety gripping her.
Emma, voice trembling: "E… E… Ethan!? Ethan!!!"
Ethan, stopping his play: "Yes, Mom?"
Emma runs quickly, her steps stumbling, as though she's racing against time. When she reaches Ethan, she hugs him tightly.
Emma, sighing deeply: "Ah… my dear son."
Ethan, confused: "Huh? Mom, what's wrong?"
Emma, in a low voice: "No… nothing... nothing at all..."
Emma's hands tremble as she hugs him, as if searching for safety in his embrace.
Emma, with a sigh: "I love you, my boy, I won't make the same mistake again."
Ethan, surprised: "What mistake are you talking about?"
She smiled a confused smile, as though carrying a heavy secret in her heart.
Emma: "Don't worry... I just love you..."
Ethan, smiling: "Hmm, okay then, I love you too! It seems you had the same nightmare, didn't you?"
Emma's smile freezes for a moment, then she replies in a broken voice.
Emma: "… Ah… yes… yes, it's just a nightmare..."
As she sheds tears, she holds onto Ethan tightly, as though trying to protect him from anything that might hurt him. Feelings of worry and love battle within her chest, and all she can do is stay close to him until she feels the danger surrounding them has passed.
An Hour and a Half Later
Emma and Ethan were wandering through the heart of the city, where the atmosphere was full of life and noise. The streets of Arcanasia were crowded with pedestrians and cars, shops filled with customers, and the glass windows reflected the colorful streetlights. They entered a small store on the corner, its shelves stacked with goods of all kinds. They moved between the filled shelves, inspecting the products as Ethan held his mother's hand tightly.
Emma, whispering inwardly: "[This is good, as long as we're here... I want to make sure everything goes well... in case I leave the house.]"
24 minutes had passed since they arrived at the store. Emma was placing some items in the basket while Ethan looked around curiously.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a sharp explosion sound coming from outside.
Emma, in horror: "W-what was that?!"
Emma quickly glanced through the large glass window of the store, only to find chaos erupting on the street. A robbery was taking place at the bank across from them. Gunshots rang out, and the faces of the people were filled with fear and panic. The calm that once dominated the place suddenly turned into loud noise... screams and running.
Emma, thinking desperately: "[How did this happen?!!... Is this what I was afraid of?... No!! I won't let anything happen to him!!]"
She grabbed Ethan's hand tightly, anxiety evident in her eyes, and turned toward the back door of the store, trying to escape. People around them were running in all directions, the sounds overlapping, and the gunfire tearing through the air like shards of fear. Everyone was trying to get away from the source of danger.
Emma: "[This! It's impossible!!... Why I can't I do it!!]"
The sound of panic and screams filled the air in the background, and the entire street was boiling with a state of terror. Moments before Emma made her decision.
Emma, trembling voice: "Ethan! We need to go now!!"
She pulled Ethan forcefully and started running as fast as she could toward the door. Her steps were heavy with fear, and sweat dripped from her forehead. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew one thing: she had to get away from here and keep Ethan safe at all costs.
Ethan, stumbling: "Mom... what's happening?!"
Emma didn't respond. She was running as though their lives depended on these moments. Her eyes were full of tension and anticipation as she weaved through the fleeing crowd, trying to find an exit.
Amid the chaos, filled with screams from fleeing people and the sporadic sound of gunshots, Emma held onto Ethan's hand tightly. Her face was a mixture of determination and fear.
Emma, trembling voice: "It's okay, baby... Mommy will save you... we'll get out of here."
And in a moment no one expected, the quiet was shattered by a loud gunshot, the sound of the bullet cutting through the air like an arrow piercing the sky. Ethan froze in place for a moment. The silence that followed was devastating, as if life itself had stopped for a moment before that deadly sound. The crowd around them continued to run, but the world around Ethan seemed to slow down, everything becoming blurry.
Quick footsteps approached from the bank, where the gang was emerging, weapons aimed, ready to flee amidst the overwhelming chaos.
The street was filled with confusion. The sounds of screams, gunfire, and panic explosions echoed from every corner. Everything seemed to be happening at lightning speed, except for Ethan, who appeared to be in another world where time had slowed drastically. His eyes fell upon his collapsed mother on the ground, her bright red blood slowly seeping into the dirt of the street, creating a horrifying scene. It was hard for him to believe what his eyes were seeing. Moments ago, she had been standing beside him, smiling and protecting him, and now, here she was, lying on the ground, unable to speak or move.
The cold wind that swept through the place seemed to whisper the painful truth of reality to Ethan.
Ethan, choked and trembling voice, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing: "Mom?"
Emma's eyes were half-open, opening and closing with difficulty, struggling to take her last breaths. Her gaze was not just directed at Ethan; it was filled with sorrow and unconditional love, as if she was trying to say everything to him without uttering a single word.
Without thinking, Ethan began to run. His feet dragged him frantically, stumbling, falling to the ground, but he rose again, ignoring the pain that tore through his small body. The crowds around him were running in all directions, feet pounding, but all he could see was his mother's body lying before him, and every step toward her felt like a stab to his heart.
When he reached her, he dropped to his knees beside her, his entire body trembling. He felt as though his heart was being torn from the inside, but his mind refused to accept what was happening.
Ethan, trembling voice: "Mom... Mom! Please! Open your eyes! Mom, don't leave me!!"
His tears fell onto her face, mixing with the blood that covered the ground. His hand shook her body, as if trying to wake her from a painful nightmare. But her body did not respond. Her features seemed to be fading before his eyes, and the warmth that once filled her was slowly disappearing.
The tears were not enough to express the magnitude of the pain he was feeling. It felt as though the world had collapsed around him. Life itself seemed to be slipping through his fingers, just as his mother's blood slowly trickled on the ground.
Ethan, hoarse and choked voice, as if he were suffocating: "No... no... no, please don't do this to me! Mom, please, noooooo!!!"
It was hard for him to believe what was happening. He tried desperately to hold her hand, but her grip was weakening little by little. He tried to stare into her eyes, as if looking into them could give her the strength to continue.
Despite the pain she was enduring, Emma tried with all her might to keep her eyes open. She had something she wanted to say, but the words betrayed her. Her breath was slow and heavy, and she knew the end was near. With the last strength she had, she formed a faint smile on her face, trying to comfort her son's heart, telling him that she would be okay and that he would be okay.
And after that brief moment, she closed her eyes peacefully, as if she was surrendering herself with calmness and serenity.
Ethan, a scream from the bottom of his heart: "Mooooom!!!"
Ethan collapsed beside her, holding her body, which was slowly growing cold. There were no sounds around him, and he could see nothing but his mother. His heart felt as if it were bleeding from the inside. He embraced her body helplessly, as though the entire world had disappeared around him. He cried bitterly on her chest, unable to believe he had lost the most important person in his life, unable to believe the safety she once gave him had vanished forever.
The wind blew gently, carrying with it the whispers of the past and the memory of loss, as though it was slowly erasing the traces of the moment. While Emma's soul seemed to fade with the wind, Ethan remained frozen in place, unable to comprehend what had happened. The tears fell hot on his cheeks, dropping one by one onto his mother's face, but he felt as if he were alone in a world filled with chaos.
Gang Leader, with restrained anger: "Damn it, didn't I tell you not to kill any civilians!!"
His voice was filled with anger, as if what had happened was about to ignite an unexpected spark. He approached one of his gang members who had fired the shot at Emma, his eyes gleaming with disdain.
Gang Member, nervously and scared: "I don't know what came over me... I'm really sorry! It wasn't intentional!"
It was clear from his voice that he was trembling, realizing the gravity of his mistake, but the bullet he had fired had changed everything, and there was no going back.
Gang Leader, furious: "Damn you! Do you think an apology will fix this!!"
With a furious shout, he slapped the gang member hard across the face, the blow enough to knock him to the ground. The gang member stumbled as he held his face, while the gang leader tried to control his suppressed rage.
Without saying anything else, the gang leader looked at another member and nodded quickly. There was no time for regret or reckoning; the plan had been exposed, and they had to flee before the situation worsened.
The gang leader ran with another member, leaving the scene quickly, leaving behind unparalleled chaos. They left behind blood, pain, and Ethan's life shattered in an instant.
In the midst of all this, Ethan continued trying in vain to wake his mother. His small hand shook her lifeless body, as if hoping she would rise, hoping she would respond. His heart was breaking, and he screamed through his tears.
Ethan's voice was fading among his sobs, every word carrying unbearable pain. The tears that fell continuously seemed to express the chaos that had overtaken his heart in that moment.
Ethan, hoarse voice, filled with pain: "Mom... please, wake up... please... don't leave me!... don't go!"
His eyes were pleading with the sky, as if the entire universe had abandoned him in that moment. The ground beneath his feet no longer felt safe, and everything he once depended on had crumbled with this defining moment.
He embraced his mother's body, the cold he felt not just from the gentle winds swirling around them, but from the coldness of fear, loss, and helplessness.
His hand gently brushed through his mother's hair, as though trying to bring her back to life with his pain, with his emotions. But despite all his efforts, Emma remained still, engulfed in the silence of death that had suddenly descended without giving them a chance for farewell.
Time seemed to stop, and Ethan had no strength left except to scream, cry, and hold on to the last moment of his mother's life as it slowly drifted toward its end.
As Ethan stood in the middle of the street, everything around him seemed blurry, as if the world had decided to close its doors to him. His screams were lost in the air, as if unheard, and the world around him was nothing but a chaos of running feet and frightened voices.
Ethan, screaming in despair: "Help us! Please! Mom... Mom needs help!"
His cries pierced the sky, but the people around him ignored him, as if his pain was invisible, as if he were just a shadow in a world that did not stop to look back. Everyone was consumed with their own efforts to survive, while Ethan stood beside his mother's body, feeling as though the world had completely abandoned him.
Ethan, crying even more intensely: "Mom... don't go... I need you... Please!"
His tears flooded his face, and his heart nearly exploded from the pain. But he found nothing but silence from the world, as if his mother's life no longer mattered to anyone except him.
Ethan: "Please... anyone..."
Ethan, staring in shock at the sky, saw the black plane flying above them, rapidly descending. As it reached the ground, someone jumped from it.
Ethan: "R...R... Rivander!"
Rivander, the superhero radiating strength and confidence, landed in front of the gang like a powerful whirlwind. The air around him pulsed with power, and his black eyes locked onto the gang with an unyielding gaze.
One of the gang members, in panic: "Damn it! The boss has already escaped, let's get out of here!"
But before they could flee, Rivander had already taken charge. In an instant, he surged toward them with a speed beyond imagination, like a shadow zipping by in the blink of an eye. With a powerful, focused punch, he struck the gang, sending their bodies crashing to the ground as if propelled by an immense force. The blow filled the air with a deep sound that echoed, like an announcement of invincible power.
The criminals didn't even have time to process what had happened before they found themselves lying helpless on the ground, unable to move. It was clear that any attempt to escape or resist would be futile.
Rivander stood there, his power and authority filling the space, while his sharp eyes watched those who remained.
When the fight ended, Ethan lifted his gaze and saw the criminals lying on the ground. But his eyes were fixed on one of them in particular. The criminal who had shot his mother had a tattoo on his right hand: a falcon coiled by a snake. That image was burned into Ethan's mind, and he would never forget it.
Ethan, with mixed anger and sorrow: "This... this is the one who did it..."
Rivander looked at Ethan, who was pleading for help, his eyes filled with tears glistening in the dim streetlight. He quickly glanced at his mother's lifeless body on the ground. He moved toward them with steady steps, but suddenly, he was interrupted by a young boy, panting with excitement, holding a notebook and pen. "Rivander! Can I get your autograph here?!"
Rivander stopped in his tracks, smiling with the allure of fame, and signed the boy's picture, his pen glinting in the dim light. That was all that mattered to him at that moment, as if everything around him had disappeared. While the boy held his notebook in awe, Rivander completely ignored Ethan and his mother, as though they were just a ghost in the background of a dramatic scene.
He then turned around, heading towards the group of reporters who had been waiting eagerly, leaving the cries of pain behind him.
Rivander: "Yeah, that was way too easy."
Meanwhile, Ethan watched Rivander as he carried his mother's body in his arms, his gut twisting with pain. His tears flowed down his face like a river, dropping onto the blood-soaked asphalt. He couldn't believe what was happening, as the reality of his loss unfolded before his eyes. In his eyes, Rivander was a hero, embodying hope, someone who could save those in danger.
Ethan: "Mom! Mom!!... Help us! Help us!!! Rivander, help us!"
But Rivander, distant from him, responded angrily and indifferently, his voice echoing harshly in the dark.
Rivander: "Damn you, you little brat, shut up and mind your own business!"
Ethan's gaze shifted from shock to shame as he watched Rivander receiving praise from the press, surrounded by smiles and cameras, as if he were a movie star at an award ceremony. The flash of cameras reflected the world's mockery of his tragedy, while admiration grew around Rivander like weeds.
Ethan's hopes and dreams faded, as he had always dreamed of the day when a superhero would appear to deliver justice and be his support. But the catastrophe had struck, and his mother had been shot, leaving Ethan alone in the darkness that filled his heart, his cries fading into the air, as if no one heard them.
The echo of his solitude lingered in the air, as every passing moment deepened the sense of neglect that flooded Ethan's heart. His scream for help faded into the darkness, while the hero he had placed his hope in turned his back and continued speaking to the reporters.
One of the reporters, surprised: "But Rivander!! There's a woman who's dead! That's her body with her child!! Why don't you show any concern?!"
Rivander: "Heh, what do I care about a weak kid like him and this disgusting bitch on the ground?"
The expressions of the reporters around him shifted, as they began to look at him with astonishment, their faces reflecting disbelief. Some muttered in surprise, while others documented the event, recording what Rivander said, as though they were witnessing a tragic scene unfolding before them.
Rivander turned around to find Ethan staring at him, his face filled with tears, his eyes pleading for help, while holding his mother's body, drenched in a pool of blood. A sense of despair and extreme loneliness overwhelmed Ethan, as he tried to hide his flowing tears, but it was in vain. His heart raced, and he felt the lump in his throat, as fear crept deep into him, drowning him in a sea of hopelessness.
In a moment of despair, Rivander silently approached, but his words seemed like a distant echo. He whispered something, but Ethan's tension and shock prevented him from hearing or understanding anything. The sound in his ear was like the faint flapping of a bird's wings, distant and weak. As Ethan clung to his mother's lifeless body, his body trembling with pain and sorrow, the painful truth about the hero he had once admired was revealed.
Rivander quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ethan with those vague words whose meaning he couldn't comprehend. Ethan could only feel his disappointment growing in his heart.
Ethan, looking in bewilderment: "Huh? What did he say? I couldn't hear anything... But... why did he leave without even helping me?... Is... this the hero I was looking up to?"
His questions echoed in his mind like sounds in an empty room, as his emotions fought within him, playing a sad tune of betrayal and loss. His dreams of a hero coming to rescue him and understand his suffering faded, replaced by a deep sense of disappointment.
After a few minutes, an ambulance arrived, its flashing lights cutting through the sorrow that had enveloped Ethan. The bright lights, while taking Ethan and his mother to the hospital, left behind echoes of the tragedy that would remain lodged in his heart, as he tried to comprehend what had happened and what the future might hold.
Arcadia – Inside the Hospital.
Ethan sat on a chair in the hospital, his body tense, his fingers nervously tapping the edge of the seat. His eyes darted between the pale, white walls, while his thoughts piled up like storms in his mind, his heart beating at an unfamiliar speed. Time seemed to crawl, each minute stretching, draining the last remnants of his patience.
"Hello."
Ethan turned his gaze to the right, surprised to see a boy with bright blue eyes, glimmering as though they reflected the depth of the sky on a calm night, with whispers of the mysterious atmosphere of the place. He wore a head covering decorated in warm colors, carefully harmonizing with his calm features. The boy sat beside him on the same chair, as though his presence was part of the moment.
The boy: "I saw an ambulance carrying a woman, and her body was covered in blood. You were next to her when she arrived here; I think she is your mother, or maybe a relative."
Ethan shook his head silently, then whispered in a low voice, mixed with pain and sorro.
Ethan: "She's my mother..."
The boy: "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... What happened to her?" the boy asked gently, as if words of comfort were part of his soothing melody.
Ethan: "She was shot."
The boy: "How terrible... but... look at me."
Ethan looked at the boy, who continued in a calm tone that brought him some comfort amidst the chaos he was experiencing.
The boy: "Everything will be okay... so don't let worry take over you. I'm here for you, whether you need help or even just someone to listen. I hope your mother recovers quickly and returns to your side."
Ethan: "Thank you..."
The boy looked at Ethan with eyes full of compassion and tenderness, then gently placed his hand on his shoulder.
The boy: "I hope her condition improves soon. Stay strong, and the moment of healing will come. If you need anything, I'm here to help."
And that was... nice. Thank you, no one has shared a conversation with me in a while.
His words were like a balm to Ethan's wounds, as he had never felt that someone shared his suffering in such a way. The deep voice of Admire brought him a comfort he had never known before.
The boy raised his hand in a gentle farewell, then moved toward the door with quiet steps. When he reached the threshold, he paused for a moment, then looked back at Ethan, who weakly but confusedly spoke:
Ethan: "...What's your name?"
The boy smiled a brief smile, then replied in a confident but quiet voice.
"Admer."
They exchanged brief glances, filled with all that remained unspoken, before Ethan turned his gaze back to the room containing his mother, as if the words were pushing him to focus on what was more important.
Ethan: "Thank you... Admer."
As Admer left the room, Ethan continued to listen to the whispers of this new name that now echoed in his ear, an unexpected sound, yet it carried something else... a ray of hope amid the darkness of his aching heart. That moment, simple as it seemed, held a profound meaning, as though it were a point of light that might not change everything, but had a great effect on his wounded soul.
Fifteen minutes later.
A doctor came out of the emergency room, adjusting his glasses on his tired eyes. He approached Ethan, who was still sitting in the chair, looking extremely anxious.
The doctor: "Do you have anyone else you know besides your mother?"
Ethan, sensing the doctor's worry in his tone: "Why? Is something wrong with my mom?!"
The doctor felt the weight of the words pressing on his chest, as if a heavy burden was suffocating his breath. In his mind:
The doctor: "[Damn, I hate being the one to tell him.] Your mother has passed to a better place... We just need to make sure you have a father or someone you know well."
At that moment, their conversation was interrupted by a loud voice.
"I'm his father!"
An elderly man entered the room, his short white hair gleaming, his eyes a light blue, wearing elegant and refined clothes, much like those of nobility, which gave him an air of dignity and distinction.
He carried a presence in his deep eyes, and his white hair framed his face. His attire was refined.
The doctor, surprised: "Hmm... Really? Do you have proof of that?"
The elderly man: "Let's go to your office."
The doctor followed the elderly man to his office, where the servant shut the door behind them decisively. The bright lights in the office illuminated the doctor's face, revealing signs of tension and anxiety.
The servant approached the doctor, carrying a black bag and offering it to him slowly, as if it contained the fate of the moment.
When the doctor opened the bag, a pile of dollars gleamed like diamonds in the office light, causing his heart to race.
The doctor, shocked: "W... What? I can't do this! Who do you think you are?!"
But the servant didn't wait for a response; "he added another $500,000, further astonished and perplexed the doctor."
The elderly man, in a calm voice: "My name is Wilson. I believe you recognized me from the start, and you were expecting me to take the initiative... So let's finish this quickly."
The doctor froze for a moment, as if time had stopped. He felt a mix of fear and astonishment, as though the money was speaking in a language of its own, carrying unspoken promises. The moment deeply affected his thoughts.
The doctor, hesitantly: "Make it two million dollars, and take him."
At that moment, there was an uncomfortable sensation in the room, as if the air had grown heavy. When Wilson and his servant left the room, the servant smiled smugly, as though he had won a victory.
The servant, confidently: "Well done, Sir! I didn't expect the doctor to be convinced so easily."
Wilson: "Heh, money is like a mirror; it doesn't change faces, it reveals the truth."
His words left an impression in the air, as the dim lights in the hallways flickered, as if reflecting a faint light on the tension surrounding the situation, as though everything in that moment was signaling consequences that had yet to unfold.
Wilson walked towards Ethan with steady steps.
Wilson, in a calm voice: "Come on, son."
Ethan: "Who are you?! I don't know you, and I want my mother now!!"
Ethan stood up from the chair, his body shaking like a tree swaying in a storm. Anxiety and fear filled his chest, as his gaze shifted to the doctor, who was busy counting a pile of bills, the light rustling sound of money filling the room.
The smell of fresh bills filled the air, but Ethan's heart was pounding with fear and terror, as if every beat reminded him of his mother's absence.
Ethan stared at the money in shock, as if he had resigned to face an unexpected confrontation.
Ethan: "W...What... What... Where is my mother... Where is she, you scammer?!!!"
His voice rose, laced with panic and fear, before he collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed with tears, as if Wilson's words had swept everything inside him, leaving behind a suffocating emptiness. Wilson approached him, extending his hand toward him, and whispered in his ear, as though attempting to soften the blow of the truth.
Wilson, in a low voice: "Your mother is dead, boy. Nothing will change that."
Ethan froze for a moment, as if time had stopped in that cruel instant, while the heavy words echoed in his mind, sinking into his heart like a deep dagger. Tears of sorrow fell from his eyes uncontrollably, like heavy rain pouring on a stormy day, while a feeling of unbearable emptiness and weight pressed on his chest, as though the entire world had collapsed beneath his feet.
Ethan, screaming in a broken voice: "M... M... M... Mom!!? No... Nooo... Nooooooo!!!"
Ethan erupted in a fit of uncontrollable sobbing, his voice filling the hospital with the echo of a deep wound, expressing the unbearable pain of loss. His cries were like a storm gathering clouds, with his moaning reverberating in the corners of the room, as if the world around him had turned into impenetrable darkness. Everything was blurry, as beautiful memories with his mother flashed before his eyes, dancing like shards of broken glass, scattering in all directions, with no ability to retrieve or piece them together. The sensations of loss surrounded him, as if his heart had split into small parts that couldn't breathe.
Two hours later.
Ethan, alone, accompanied by the workers in charge, headed towards the burial site. His steps were slow, as though the weight in his heart prevented him from moving freely, each step feeling like a new battle, dragging him deeper into the darkness. The cemetery was quiet, with raindrops falling gently, as if they shared his profound sorrow, shedding their tears with him. The rain slid down his cheeks, mixed with his own tears, embodying a mourning full of sorrow.
Standing alone in front of his mother's grave, the colors around him faded, everything seemed surrounded by dark blackness, as though sadness had consumed everything. Thoughts swirled in his mind like an endless vortex. Every memory loomed, shining and fading, making him feel
Ethan's pulse quickens, and he slowly lifts his head, as if trying to comprehend what is being presented to him. His emotions clash within him, as he recalls what happened, and his last words with his mother echo in his mind like a distant reverberation. He feels the burning desire for revenge ignite in his heart, like fire coursing through his veins, but at the same time, he hesitates and feels a deep sense of panic at this thought.
He faces an internal struggle, as while Wilson urges him toward revenge, Ethan fears that this path might be the beginning of the end his mother warned him about, the end that could lead him into the darkness he had been trying to escape.
Suddenly, Ethan hears a voice reverberating in the depths of his mind, as though coming from a dark well.
"Accept the offer."
Ethan, surprised: "[W..W.. What is this? Who are you?]"
The voice, resonating deeply: "I am the voice of anger that dwells in your heart, hear me."
Ethan, trembling with fear: "[W...What do you want?]"
The voice: "Revenge. Revenge against those who took your mother's life. Don't let them escape justice. Follow the darkness within you, and I will be with you!"
Frustration seeps into Ethan, but he also feels the coldness of revenge trickling into his heart, like magic pulling him toward the abyss.
Ethan, in a broken voice: "But... revenge won't bring my mother back."
The voice, growing stronger within him: "True, but it brings justice.
Do you want them to suffer as your mother suffered? Do you want them to feel fear and loss? Then, hear my echo, Ethan."
Signs of hesitation appear on Ethan, reflected in his confused expressions and questioning gaze. As he listens to the voice of darkness echoing in his mind, he begins to feel the power of revenge flowing through his veins. A powerful feeling penetrates his depths, causing his heart to beat faster, as if a fire is igniting within him.
The beautiful memories of his mother flow through him, but they fade with the idea of losing her, as if they are suffocating. He feels the flames of anger embrace his passion, awakening in him a burning desire to confront those who caused him pain. His senses react to this feeling, his body temperature rising, and his chest tightening, as if everything around him is transforming into a mass of seething rage. Inside him, emotions clash. The passion for revenge on one side, and the fear of losing himself on the other.
This struggle shifts him from a state of loss to one of determination, making him feel that he must reclaim what he lost. His hesitation turns into an alertness, as if the flame of revenge is reshaping his identity, urging him to take a step into the unknown, where pain and hope for vengeance merge.
Ethan, with a determined voice: "[Yes... yes, I want that!!]"
Ethan feels a coldness running down his spine, as if every word replays the painful moments he lived through. His emotions flare up, allowing the voice to break through the barriers of his grief, gently caressing his conflicting feelings of fear and passion.
The voice: "You know this is the only way. Don't hesitate, Ethan.
Retrieving justice requires strength and resolve, and you now possess both!"
His words reverberate in his mind like a challenge to fate, and at that moment, he makes a fateful decision. He feels a strong sense of resolve flowing through his veins like a stream of fire, awakening an unprecedented energy within him. His heart races, and his adrenaline surges, making him feel as if he's floating on air.
The voice: "Let your anger guide you. Every tear that falls is fuel for your revenge. Remember what happened, remember who was behind it. You must end your pain, and don't forget that your revenge will be a release for yourself."
Ethan, his heart filled with courage, looks up at the sky, as if speaking to his mother. He feels the burning spirit penetrating his depths, embodying the power of revenge that grows stronger with each passing second.
Ethan: "I will do it... I will bring justice, and I will make them pay for what they did!!"
Memories of his mother appear before him, their shared experiences, their laughter, and her warmth that made him feel safe. With every image that dances in his mind, shadows of anger creep in, aimed at those who stole everything from him.
His determination begins to solidify, merging with his feeling of revenge, like a spark igniting a fire in his heart. His body shudders from the sense of renewed power, and he realizes that he will not give up anymore.
Thoughts race through his mind, imagining how he will stand before those who caused him pain, and how he will seek justice for his mother. With this realization, he lifts his head, determined to accept Wilson's offer, assuring himself that he is no longer the weak boy who lost his mother, but rather a warrior ready to face his destiny.
Ethan: "Alright... I will follow you."
Wilson, smiling: "Well done!! Now, come with me."