THIRD PERSON'S POV
Conan Takashi was only six years old when he witnessed the brutal murder of his mother. The scene played out before his eyes: a woman, his father's real wife, gunning down his mother in cold blood. The police investigation ruled it as self-defense, absolving the woman of guilt, much to Conan's horror. His mother had pleaded for her life, promising to stay away from the woman's husband in exchange for her safety. But the woman showed no mercy, firing four fatal shots into his mother's head.
For Conan, the trauma was deep and lasting. To watch his mother die so violently, unable to intervene, left an indelible mark on his young mind. He vowed revenge from that day forward, swearing that when he was capable, he would make those responsible pay.
"Conan, where are you going?" coughed Lux, his sister, who at nine years old was frail and confined to their small apartment due to her chronic illness. She had seen Conan take on jobs well beyond his years, struggling to put food on their table and afford Lux's medications. "Are you out there working again?"
"I have something important to take care of. I'll be back soon," Conan replied with determination, steeling himself for what lay ahead.
He boarded a bus, pretending to be a beggar to avoid paying the fare, until he arrived at the imposing gates of the Nerraw family mansion. This was the family responsible for his mother's death and the ruin of their lives. His father, the head of the Nerraw family, had turned his mother into a virtual prisoner, subjecting her to unspeakable abuse.
"I'm looking for the bathroom. My mom and dad are inside," Conan lied smoothly to the guard, using his innocent appearance to gain entry. The guard, taken in by Conan's appearance of privilege, let him pass without suspicion.
Inside the mansion, a lavish party was underway, filled with the wealthy and influential. Conan navigated through the crowd, his gaze fixed on his targets. His eyes fell upon a girl, initially dismissed as eccentric for her mischievous grin. She stood out amongst the other children, ignored by them, yet exuding an air of defiance.
"Are all the kids here weird?" Conan muttered to himself, shaking off the odd feeling before continuing with his mission. He bumped into an older boy who, surprisingly, offered him assistance.
"Are you looking for the head of the Nerraw family?" the boy asked, directing Conan to his destination before disappearing into the crowd.
With resolve, Conan followed the directions given, making his way through the mansion until he found himself face-to-face with his targets. However, his abrupt entry did not go unnoticed, and two guards moved to intercept him.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the guards demanded.
Before they could react, Conan swiftly drew a gun from his coat and shot them both in the head. The room erupted into chaos as guests screamed and scattered, seeking safety from the sudden violence.
"AAAHHH, honey!" the madam of the Nerraw family screamed in terror, hiding behind her husband, the head of the family.
"What do you want? Money? I'll give you whatever you want," the head of the Nerraw family pleaded, trying to buy his life.
Conan scoffed at the offer, his rage palpable. "Don't you remember me? Look closely," he hissed, his voice trembling with anger. "Tuesday, July 24th ****. You killed a woman. She begged for her life, but you didn't listen. Why did you kill her instead of your husband, who couldn't satisfy you so he sought another woman? Was it his fault, or was it yours? Are you not a good enough cook for him? Is that why he doesn't love you?"
