Turmoil

The dimly lit mansion exudes opulence with its sleek, modern furnishings and panoramic views of the city skyline. Huan Jing, a young and cunning mafia prodigy, paces nervously, his elegant suit disheveled. He knows he's in a treacherous situation, one that has him trapped in a web of deceit.

(whispering to himself)

I can't believe I'm doing this. She's my enemy, for God's sake.

Huan Jing's thoughts drift to Si Jian, the woman who had appeared as his savior when he was backed into a corner. Unbeknownst to him, that the saviour has the most dreadful power to destroy.

Impressive stash you've got here, Huan Jing.

Huan Jing's phone buzzes, a message from an unknown number. He opens it, revealing a chilling text.

TEXT MESSAGE

Meet me at midnight. You know what to do if you want your empire to survive.

Huan Jing clenches his fist in frustration. He knows the message is from The silver mask. She had given him an ultimatum: kill his own mother, or lose everything he had worked so hard to build. The weight of his empire's future presses heavily on his shoulders.

(whispering)

It's a deal with the devil. But I have no choice.

The clock ticks closer to midnight, and Huan Jing's turmoil intensifies. He gazes out at the city below, wrestling with his conscience and the devastating choices that lie ahead.

My mind is a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions. Desperation and sorrow clouds my world my mind cants stop giving me flashbacks of sinister ultimatum from that psycho bitch, how come the enigmatic enemy had become my unlikely saviour and the destroyer at the same time

(tearfully)

How did it come to this? How did I let myself sink so deep?

I am clutching my phone, staring at the message that sealed my fate. The ultimatum echoes in my mind, a relentless torment….it doesn't stop…..no matter h throw my fist on the wall….I need to scream…this is like an abyss of turmoil….how come my life is turning like this ? It was never like this..

TEXT MESSAGE

Kill your mother, or lose everything.

My mother's image keeps flickering before me —a loving, innocent woman who had sacrificed so much for him. The thought of taking her life is an unbearable agony that threatens to consume me .

(sobbing)

I can't...I can't do it. But if I don't...

The reality of the consequences gnaws at me. My empire,my power,my entire world would crumble ifI refused that psycho bitch's demand.

How can I be so weak? I was never like this…..what has happened to me? I'm collapsing onto a the floor, my body wracked with sobs. My heart is tearing between filial love and the ruthless pragmatism of the criminal underworld I'm entangled in.

(whispering to himself)

I'm trapped. I'm so utterly trapped.

The weight of my impossible choice pushing me to the brink of despair. The room bears witness to my torment as the minutes tick away, leaving me to confront the devastating consequences of my decisions. I can't stop this….why am

I shivering so much ? Why can't my tears stop? What's wrong with me? Why am I shattering? Why so weak?

Time stands still as Huan Jing, his inner turmoil reaching a crescendo, makes the unthinkable decision. His alter ego, the ruthless mafia prodigy, wins the battle within his soul. Determination hardens his gaze, extinguishing the flicker of empathy that remained.

"I have no choice. For the empire, for my power."

His mother's fate is sealed.

The moon casts an eerie glow over the abandoned factory, a sinister stage where Huan Jing's humanity is about to be sacrificed. He stands in the shadows, gripping a pistol, heart pounding like a sledgehammer.

(whispering to himself)

It's for survival. It's for power.

I keep murmuring to myself as I shiver…..it's not fear but my own weakness.

My mother always walks and takes round at night in the main factory of the construction industry that we own…

His mother, unknowing of the sinister pact her son has made, walks unsuspectingly toward the factory. The echoes of her footsteps resonate with foreboding.

As she enters the dimly lit factory, Huan Jing's trembling hand clutches the pistol. He reached there before. His mind races, the sanity that he lost long ago was being questioned, replaced by a chilling numbness.

Huan Jing? Is that you?

Huan Jing's finger tightens on the trigger, and the shot shatters the silence. His mother falls to the ground, lifeless. The echoes of the gunshot reverberate through his soul.

Huan Jing's mind blanked out, he collapsed on the floor. Hyperventilating he almost passed out, tears built up in his eyes. He crawled towards the lifeless body of his mother...

What have I done?

I'm staring at my mother's lifeless body, the realization of the atrocity I've committed washing over me like a tidal wave. Doubt, guilt, and the loss gripping me in an ironclad vice.

I've become a monster. What kind of person have I become? No…..no no no no I was born a monster….I was born in an industry of monsters then how can I expect myself be tender and loving?

The weight of his monstrous act crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Panic grips me in a vice-like hold, and I'm overwhelmed by the enormity of what I've done.

My voice is quivering like a meek-mild dog.

No... no, this can't be real. Mom, I... I didn't mean to...

My words dissolving into incoherent blabbering as my mind descends into chaos. I clutch head, fingers entwined in his disheveled hair, desperate to undo the irreversible.

Tears are flowing down my eyes uncontrollably…..I want this to STOPPPP!!

I had no choice! It was the only way! She's gone, and it's my fault!

My breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as I battles the miserable condition surging within me .My heart pounds like a drum in his chest, each beat echoing my torment.

What have I become? What have I become?

Huan Jing's world spirals into madness as guilt and anguish consume him. The once-confident mafia prodigy is now a broken, tortured soul, unable to escape the darkness he willingly embraced.

My voice is trembling…

"I loved her... I loved her so much..."

My voice breaks, and I collapse more into the abyss of turmoil , cradling my mother's lifeless body. It feels illegal to even gaze upon my mamma's cold face after I killed her….

"Please, Mom, wake up. Please, I didn't want this!"

I touches her cold cheek, but there's no response. Panic intensifies, making my thoughts a jumbled mess.

I'm sobbing like crazy

"I should've found another way... I should've protected you..."

His body shudders with sobs, and he can't control the torrent of emotions surging through him.

What have I done? What have I done?

The sound of his own voice terrifies him, and he curls into a fetal position, trapped in a nightmarish reality of his own making.