FLASHBACK CONTINUES...
Livio moved stealthily through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, driven by an unwavering determination to protect his brother and mother. The absence of people around him heightened his unease, but he pushed forward, his mind filled with regrets about not taking his training more seriously. With his limited knowledge of handling such perilous situations, he advanced cautiously, following the distant sounds echoing from the top floor.
Silently ascending the staircase, Livio's senses heightened as he caught sight of a boy around David's age walking in his direction. His heart pounded in his chest when he noticed bloodstains splattered across the boy's shirt.
"Fucker David, I hope the boss lets me kill him," the boy muttered angrily, triggering an intense surge
