"What do you mean what I am doing?"
Ray's breathing turned heavy.
"Why do I have to work so hard while you enjoy everything? Why are you still young while I became old and frail?"
Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Oh," he said calmly. "It is because you are the firstborn. You were born when I was weakest. That is why you are the weakest of all."
The words pierced deeply.
"Why?" Ray shouted, his voice cracking. "Why do I have to suffer because of this!"
His vision blurred as rage and despair mixed together. Reality and illusion began collapsing into each other.
Then the whispers returned.
You are useless, Ray.
You are nothing but trash.
A piece of shit destined to hit a wall and stop growing.No matter how hard you try, you will always fall behind.
Ray clutched his head as darkness wrapped around him. His thoughts became chaotic, and anger threatened to swallow his sanity completely.
But suddenly—
Another memory appeared.
A battlefield.
