At twelve, the final thread of his innocence broke.
A fire consumed their small apartment. His father tried to save the building's machines; his mother tried to save neighbors.
Rayen ran through smoke, chaos, and screaming. But he could save nothing.
By the time he emerged, the building had collapsed. His parents were gone. Lifeless. The world had taken them without mercy.
He stood among the ruins, black smoke curling around him, and whispered a vow:
"The world will pay… for everything."