Wren let out a dry chuckle. "My parents died in a tragic accident. They were asleep when the house burned down. Their bodies were burnt to a crisp," Wren said casually as if he were discussing the weather.
Benjamin's eyes widened as he came to an unsettling realization. "Did you… did you have anything to do with it?"
Wren's smile widened, bright and terrifying. "You see… it took a while, but I regained their trust. I asked my father to be included in his will. A few months later, after we had dinner together, the house burned down. They just didn't wake up from their sleep. They couldn't even smell the smoke." He tilted his head with a mocking glint in his eyes. "It's unfortunate that that was the last time I saw them. They reaped what they sowed, I suppose."
