Prologue

The birds took off after hearing a loud bam.

An elderly man laughed, amused by how his son shoots and aims at his target. He applauded him as he approached to pat him on the shoulder. His son flinched, which made him laugh even more.

"Dear oh dear... It took you a long time to get this good," the old man observed. Without saying anything, his son picked up his belongings and began packing.

They have a father-son bond, so the father decided to have a small picnic in the forest where he usually hunts. While staring at his son's back, the father took three steps back. He noticed how hurriedly he packed his own belongings, but that didn't bother him. After all, he is a bad father. He took out his cigarette and began smoking, despite knowing that his son disliked the smell of smoke.

He said, puffing on his cigar, "Your mom's cooking dinner tonight, and she's expecting to see you." His son zipped up his bag, pretended to be finished packing, and heaved a deep sigh. He watched as his son's hands clenched into fists, but after a few seconds, he eventually relaxed. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the cigar smoke.

Looking at his irritable father, the son felt his anger rise, but he was able to control it. He then stopped breathing; the smell of smoke disgusts him because it reminds him of his father; the fact that he's inhaling smokes that literally came from his father at the same time irritates him even more. He put on his hat and prepared to leave.

"My mother is dead." he said, suppressing his rage as he walked away. Even from a distance, he could hear his father's irritating laugh. It irritates him so much that he finally vents his rage by kicking a rock in his path.

After laughing, the father's gaze shifts to the gun placed on their picnic mat, which his son recently fired. He smirked as he looked at it, threw his cigar, picked up the gun, and searched for his son. As he walks, he can clearly see him. He points the gun at him, he's good at aiming, and there's no way his bullet won't hit his son. He closed one of his eyes, took a deep breath, and clicked.

There was no gunshot, and his son is still free to walk. He drops the gun, realizing how easily he let a chance slip away; if only there was a bullet in the gun he was recently holding, he would kill him.

He enjoys seeing his son become enraged by him. It gives him pleasure and satisfies him up.

After their last interaction, the father seems to become suspicious when his son does not return home, even after four months. His wife never looked for his son, even him, he didn't look for his own son until he noticed that he never visited them again. Before, his son pays them a brief visit and eventually leaves when a fight breaks out.

"Where is he?" he inquired of one of his bodyguards, whom he had directed to look for his son. The guard stiffened and lowered his gaze.

He knew right then and there.

He scratched the back of his neck while closing his eyes. He then directed ten guards to look for his son. When ten guards weren't enough, he increased the number to fifty, at which point he received a report. His son was seen in the next town working as a fisherman. When he decided to confront him personally, his son fled, and that was the last report he ever received. Despite the passage of ten years, there has been no sign of his son.

His wife advised him to forget about his son and simply consider him dead. But he didn't pay attention to her. He craves seeing his own son suffer as a result of him; he wants to see him suffer with his own eyes! He opened his cabinet and took his gun. His wife stares at the gun and then back at him.

"What are you going to do?" his wife asked, horrified. He turned away from her and grasped the doorknob, but before opening it, he cast a glance at his wife.

"I'm going to murder my own son with my own gun."

He never returned home for two years. Despite their bad relationship and experience with him, his wife never left the house and is still waiting for him to return.

He looked everywhere for his son and traveled all over the world to find him. Years had passed and he had not found his son. He later returns home, and his wife was overjoyed to see him; she took much better care of him than before, and she never said anything or specifically asked him about his goal. She simply stayed with him and cherished him.

Despite his wife's efforts, he never really looked at her the way she did. He was sitting on a bench outside their house one day when his wife approached him with a tray of food for him to eat. That was the only time he looked her in the eyes. When his wife met his gaze, she smiled, but he didn't feel anything. He is disgusted that he has a wife like her.

Of course, his wife was aware of it. She decided to end her relationship with him after a year of having him back.

"You are not deserving of me." She voiced out and left the house that she once called "home".

Just by glancing at her wife, who had eventually left him, he laughed.

"It took you long enough", he said, laughing maniacally. However, his chuckle didn't last very long. He thinks of his son as he observes his wife leave. He is outraged by it, and it has made him yearn to see his son in pain.

With great effort, he then started looking for his son once more. He was relieved to learn his son's whereabouts, but surprised to learn that he has been raising a family for nearly two decades. That was how long he had not seen him, he realized.

He murmured, "A family...huh," and his laughter filled the room.

It excites him to think that he will not only see his son suffer, but also his family.

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