Something is going to happen today…
The day did not feel like any other.
Clouds gathered like a dark army above the city, and the rain that fell was not ordinary. It was heavy, merciless, as though the heavens were hiding a secret that was about to be revealed. The sky trembled, whispering warnings through the thunder.
On every television screen, the same alert repeated:
"A violent storm is approaching. All citizens are advised to stay indoors. Today's weather is not normal."
But inside a lavish red penthouse at the top of the city… there was no sound of rain.
Only silence.
And then—gunshots.
Two men stood opposite one another, weapons drawn, breaths heavy.
Zack.
And Yeager.
Zack's voice echoed, raw with fury.
"Yeager! You can't do this! You can't take Eren away from me!"
Yeager's expression was cold, carved from stone.
"Eren is my son. And I will not leave him trapped in this madness. You know what Levi has done, Zack… you know it better than anyone."
Zack's grip trembled. His eyes fell to the floor.
"Yes… I know. He is my son too. He was angry, Yeager. He has always been… too close to Eren. Maybe that's why…"
Yeager cut him off sharply.
"It wasn't anger. It was obsession—madness! And I refuse to let my son live in a house where Levi can destroy him."
Zack roared back, his voice breaking,
"And what do you think? That Eren and Levi can live without each other? Look into their eyes, Yeager—they are not just brothers. They are each other's breath!"
But Yeager's patience was gone. His voice rose like thunder.
"Enough! If you try to stop me, I will expose you. Everyone will know the truth—that you are no businessman. You are the Mafia Leader!"
The words struck like a blade. Zack's fists clenched in rage.
"You cannot abandon me… my daughter… and Eren… not like this!"
Ignoring him, Yeager called out firmly.
"Raven, let's go."
His wife, Raven, rushed forward. In her trembling arms lay little Eren, unconscious, unaware of the chaos surrounding his life. Together, they hurried down to the waiting car.
As the vehicle pulled onto the rain-drenched road, Yeager whispered to Raven,
"We're never coming back. Levi is dangerous. He could harm Eren. We must protect him—even if it means leaving everything behind."
But destiny had already chosen its path.
The rain fell harder.
The wheels screeched.
Then a cry tore through the night—
Brake failure!
A speeding truck crashed into them with a deafening roar.
In one merciless moment, blood spilled across the asphalt.
Yeager and Raven were gone. Instantly.
But Eren—by some miracle—survived.
His small eyes opened just long enough to witness his world being destroyed. He screamed, then collapsed into unconsciousness.
Hospital Room
When Eren awoke, the sterile white lights burned his vision. His heart raced as his eyes searched desperately.
Zack, Levi, and Mona stood before him.
Eren's voice cracked, trembling.
"Where are Mama and Papa? They're okay… right? Tell me they're okay!"
Zack's silence was heavy. He handed Eren a folded letter, unable to meet the boy's eyes.
Levi pulled him close, hugging him tightly, whispering through tears,
"It's me now… I'll never leave you, Eren."
Mona and Zack stood behind them, forcing a smile—but their eyes betrayed the weight of grief.
The Next Day – Funeral
Black umbrellas covered the gravesite as rain poured endlessly, as though even the sky wept for Yeager and Raven.
Eren clutched Levi's hand, his small frame trembling.
Suddenly, an officer approached—his name was San. In his arms, he held another child.
His voice was steady, but grief lingered.
"Yeager and Raven were my closest friends. Before their death, they entrusted me with something. If anything ever happened… I was to protect Eren. To raise him as my own."
Zack and Mona froze. They exchanged helpless glances.
San stepped closer, placing a hand on Eren's shoulder.
"Come with me, son. You'll be safe with me."
Eren said nothing as San led him away. The rain swallowed his tears.
Inside the car, San tried to comfort him.
"Hello… my name is San. What's yours?"
Eren's lips trembled.
"Eren… Eren Yeager."
San smiled softly.
"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you."
But fate was merciless.
Out of nowhere, armed bikers surrounded the car. Bullets shattered the silence. Gunfire raged like thunder.
San was struck in the chest. His last breath escaped as blood stained his uniform.
Eren screamed, but before the attackers could reach him, another car arrived.
Zack, Mona, and Levi.
Zack fired back, Mona pulled Eren into her arms, and Levi held his brother close, his face twisted with both fear and fury.
That night, Zack made a decision.
Both Eren—and the infant San had brought—would be adopted into their family.
Two Months Later
The storm had passed, but the scars remained.
Zack called Mona into his study. His voice was low, calculated.
"Eren will be sent abroad. To America. Levi… to Bangkok. We must separate them."
Levi cried, gripping his father's arm. His heart broke, but in his eyes there was also fire—an anger that refused to die.
Mona stared at Zack with disbelief.
"Why? Why separate them, Zack? They've already lost everything… why take each other away too?"
Zack looked out the window. The rain had stopped, but his face was as dark as the storm.
A faint smile touched his lips, and he whispered:
"Because this… was the Master's plan."
Ten Years Later…
The storm would rise again.
To be continued…