Maybe...This is a villian story

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Wayne stood before his superior, holding out the resignation letter with a steady hand. The room was silent, the weight of his decision hanging heavily in the air. His superior's eyes widened in shock as he took the letter, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern.

"Sir," Wayne said calmly, "I'm resigning from my position. Effective immediately."

His superior's voice faltered as he tried to grasp the situation. "Wayne... I don't understand. You're one of the best agents we have. This is... unexpected."

Wayne's face remained impassive. "I've made up my mind. I need to step away."

The superior paced the room, trying to find the right words. "You have a future here, Wayne. You've achieved so much, and you're one of the top agents. I understand you've been through a lot, but surely there's a way to work through this. Consider the impact of your decision on the team and your career."

Wayne shook his head. "I appreciate your concern, but my decision is final. I need to focus on other matters now."

The superior sighed, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "I see. If you're set on this, there's little I can do. I'm sorry to see you go. You've been an invaluable asset."

Wayne nodded, the finality of his decision settling in. "Thank you for understanding."

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After his resignation was processed, Wayne returned to the family mansion. The once grand home, filled with laughter and joy, now stood in stark contrast to the memories he held. The halls, once vibrant with life, felt hollow and echoing with silence. The emptiness of the house seemed to reflect the void in Wayne's heart.

The grandeur of the mansion was overshadowed by a deep sense of loss. The walls, lined with portraits of happier times, seemed to watch over the sorrow that had settled like a heavy blanket. The once-cherished family rooms were now stark and cold, the echoes of laughter replaced by a haunting silence.

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As Wayne entered the mansion, Mr. Wang was waiting for him, his face reflecting a mix of concern and warmth.

"Welcome home, Young Master," Mr. Wang said softly. "I'm glad to see you back. It must have been a long journey."

Wayne managed a faint smile. "Thank you, Mr. Wang. It's good to be home, even if it feels different."

Mr. Wang nodded, guiding Wayne through the grand entrance. "Why don't you go to your room and rest? I'll prepare something for dinner. You need to take it easy after everything you've been through."

Wayne followed Mr. Wang up the stairs, feeling the weight of the past few days pressing down on him. "Alright. I'll freshen up and rest for a bit."

"Take all the time you need," Mr. Wang replied. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

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Wayne entered his old room, a space he hadn't seen in over thirteen years. The room was as he remembered it, though the passage of time had left its mark. The bed, once his sanctuary, now felt foreign and unfamiliar.

He took a long, hot shower, letting the warm water soothe his tired muscles. Afterward, he lay down on the bed, the exhaustion finally catching up with him. As he closed his eyes, the weariness from the past days overtook him, and he drifted into a deep, much-needed sleep. The silence of the mansion surrounded him, a stark contrast to the chaos of his recent life.

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A knock on the door roused Wayne from his nap. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the lingering heaviness of sleep. Mr. Wang's voice came through the door, gentle and respectful.

"Young Master, dinner is ready. If you're awake, please come downstairs."

Wayne sat up, shaking off the remnants of sleep. "I'll be down in a moment, Mr. Wang."

He got up, stretched, and made his way downstairs to the dimly lit kitchen. The room was softly illuminated, the light casting gentle shadows on the walls. Wayne sat down at the table, the solitary setting reflecting his mood.

Mr. Wang brought out the meal, placing the dishes in front of Wayne with a reassuring smile. "I've kept it simple tonight. Just something to help you settle in."

Wayne looked at the food, his thoughts distant. "Thank you, Mr. Wang. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Mr. Wang nodded, his gaze filled with empathy. "Take your time. I'm here if you need anything."

As Wayne began to eat, his mind was a swirl of thoughts and memories. The quiet of the mansion, the emptiness he felt, and the weight of his recent decisions all weighed heavily on him. The meal was a small comfort in a sea of uncertainty, and as he ate, he tried to find solace in the familiarity of his home.