Two days after the burial, the empire still mourned the hero's son 😔.
But deep beneath the castle, in a hidden room no one knew about, Bainniel slowly opened his eyes.
He was alive 🔥.
The blood, the scream, the missing head — all of it was fake. A servant who looked a little like him had died in his place. Bainniel had planned every single part. Now the whole empire thought he was dead… and that was exactly what he wanted.
When he was only eight years old, Bainniel saw something that changed him forever 😢.
In the middle of the city square, soldiers dragged out a small boy. The boy was crying so hard his whole body shook. All he did was draw a bright yellow sun on the ground with a piece of chalk. He just wanted to make something pretty.
The soldiers called it a crime.
They said only a Psycho — a Glitch — would do that.
The boy begged and begged. He said he was sorry.
They cut his head off right there, in front of everyone.
Bainniel stood in the crowd and watched. He didn't cry. But something inside him broke that day and never healed. From then on, he carried a quiet fire in his heart.
This world hated anything that felt too much.
It hated songs that made your chest feel warm.
It hated drawings that showed real joy.
It hated dancing that let people be free.
It hated every way a person could say "I am alive."
They called those people Psychos. Glitchs.
They looked down on them like they were broken 😠.
But Bainniel knew the truth now.
The broken ones were not the Psychos.
The broken ones were the false people who smiled every day with empty hearts. They followed every rule. They never questioned anything. They lived in a cage and called it normal.
Bainniel stood up. His hands were shaking a little, but not from fear.
He walked to the small table in the corner. Under an old cloth was the book he had found years ago in the deepest part of the forbidden library. No one else knew it existed.
He opened the book carefully.
The pages showed the world before the Fall. Tall buildings touching the sky. People laughing together. Children dancing in the rain. Bright paintings on walls. Music that made hearts feel big. Real smiles. Real feelings. A world that was truly alive ✨.
Bainniel stared at the pictures. His chest felt tight.
Then he closed the book and spoke to the empty room, his voice low but getting stronger.
"This is not a world for humans anymore."
He took a deep breath.
"The empire killed the soul of everything. People here walk and talk and smile, but they are empty inside. They obey. They stay quiet. They never create anything new. They never let themselves feel too much. They are false. All of them 😡."
Bainniel clenched his fists.
"I hate this empire. I hate the king. I hate the nobles. I hate the knights. I hate the Church. I hate every single false person who smiles while the world stays dead and cold."
His eyes burned with fire.
"But I will not live like them. I will not die like them."
He stood taller, voice clear and firm like a promise.
"I am the first. The first Psycho. The first Glitch who will not hide. I will find others like me — the ones who still feel too much. I will make us strong. I will make the false people cry and scream until they remember what it means to be alive. I will bring back the songs, the drawings, the dances. I will break this cage so no one has to hide their heart ever again 🔥."
Bainniel smiled. It was sharp and full of promise.
The hero's son was dead.
But the first Psycho had just awakened.
And the empire would soon learn what real feeling felt like.
The world that killed its soul… would finally scream 😈.