Content Warning: Violence & Language
Splash.
Ren shut his eyes, turning his face to avoid the dirty water from drenching him. The cold liquid chilled his bones, yet he didn't flinch.
When the dripping slowed, he opened his eyes and turned toward the servant before him.
The man sneered—no guilt, no shame, no regret in his expression.
"You think you're something special just 'cause the young master calls you dad, or whatever? You think you own the place now?" His voice was sharp, his gaze filled with hatred.
Ren didn't answer.
His silence only fueled the other servants' anger—his calm composure, as if nothing in the world mattered.
"You're just some bitch!" another servant spat, stepping forward. He kicked Ren in the knee, knocking him off balance and sending him to the ground.
The servants laughed, looking down at him.
"This is where you should be!"
Hearing approaching footsteps, the group exchanged glances and quickly stepped away.
