Against Builder

Luna was kneeling on the bedroom floor, her body strategically positioned as if she were exhausted and vulnerable. She knew Builder would enter with his usual arrogance, convinced she was no longer a threat. The door swung open with force, and there he was, whip in hand, a smug grin plastered across his face.

"Look who's still alive! You really don't know when to quit, do you, you useless thing?" Builder sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Luna slowly lifted her head, letting him see her dirt-smudged face, adorned with a faint smile. "You seem awfully confident for someone who just got defeated by a raccoon. How are your scratches?"

He clenched his teeth, embarrassed, but tried to mask it with more aggression. "Shut up! I'll show you what happens to anyone who dares to challenge my family."

Builder advanced, twirling the whip menacingly in the air. "This is going to hurt a lot more than those scratches."

Before he could strike, Luna rose swiftly, revealing her agile and precise movements. Builder froze momentarily, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "How did you change clothes? And that look… were you faking weakness?"

Luna tilted her head, a determined gleam in her eyes. "Faking weakness to take down a fool like you? Easier than I thought."

Builder roared in rage and lashed out with the whip, but Luna dodged gracefully, her movements fluid and swift. The fight was brief but intense. Builder was strong, but Luna had the upper hand with her speed and strategy. She disarmed him with a precise strike to his wrist, sending the whip flying, and swept his legs out from under him. Before he could react, she pressed her knee against his chest, pinning him down.

"So, Builder, is this how you were planning to teach me a lesson?" Luna whispered triumphantly as he struggled in vain.

Builder screamed in fury, but he was utterly defeated. Luna stood up, not even glancing back. "You're nothing more than a spoiled brat—brainless and dishonorable. Enjoy your defeat. I have better things to do."

Meanwhile, Andy guided Luna's parents, the staff, and anyone else rescued into the underground passage. Uncle Johnny, with his strength and courage, led the group to safety, even when one of the criminals attempted to ambush him in the car. Johnny, skilled and determined, quickly turned the tables, neutralizing the assailant.

A Challenge to Molter

Luna's voice echoed through the mansion, filled with provocation and challenge.

"Molter, you think you're the king of this house, don't you? But do you have the guts to face someone who's not afraid of you? Someone who's already defeated you before?" Come on, if you dare! I'm waiting.

The loudspeakers, skillfully manipulated by Donan, amplified Luna's voice throughout the mansion. With every word, more lights went out, plunging the environment into shadows. Only a single spotlight remained in the vast main hall.

Suddenly, Molter's deep, intimidating voice responded.

"I'm here, brat. You think you can play games with me? Now you'll learn what happens to those who defy me".

Molter stormed into the hall, his heavy steps echoing. He spotted Luna at a distance, seemingly still. With a roar of fury, he unleashed a powerful strike that seemed capable of splitting anything in half. The impact was devastating… but all it shattered was a mirror.

"What the hell is this?!" — Molter roared, enraged, as he saw more reflections of Luna scattered around. The "mirror game" began to frustrate him, and every blow he landed only resulted in shards of glass.

The room plunged into total darkness. Molter breathed heavily, trying to locate his opponent. Then he felt something… something warm, soft, and enormous.

"You're there, you little…" — He stopped as he realized what he was touching wasn't human. The lights abruptly returned, revealing his hands resting on the muscular chest of Bongo, the giant gorilla.

Bongo cast an almost amused glance before attacking.

"What?! No! Get off! HELP!" — Molter screamed, trying to fight back, but he had no chance against the gorilla's brute strength. Bongo hurled him against the wall like a rag doll and followed up with a flurry of blows, leaving him utterly defeated.

When Molter, groaning and begging for mercy, looked up, he saw Luna approaching, an ironic smile on her face.

"What's wrong, Molter? Weren't you the tough guy? The tiger out of the cage? Now you look more like a frightened little kitten."

Molter tried to respond, but before he could say a word, the sound of police sirens filled the air. Donan entered the room, accompanied by Luna's parents and the staff, all now safe.

"The job's done," — Donan said, satisfied.

"And with style, "— Luna added, casting one last look at Molter, now reduced to a heap of fear and shame on the floor.

A Revealing Conversation

A few hours after the chaos was resolved, the mansion was silent, but the dining room overflowed with a mix of relief and anticipation. Donan, Luna, his parents, and Uncle Johnny were seated around a long table, enjoying a simple yet comforting dinner.

Donan's mother started the conversation, her tone firm but cordial. 

"Luna, how did you come to know my son?"

Luna took a deep breath, adjusting her posture. 

"Well, it all started when I was driving the ambulance van. There was an accident, and... that's how our paths crossed."

"An accident?" Donan's father asked, furrowing his brow. "And did you have any special reason to approach him?"

"No, sir," Luna replied, her voice trembling. "I had no reason at all. But after everything that happened, I felt it was my duty to protect him."

Donan's parents exchanged looks before turning to him. 

"Is this true, Donan?" his father asked.

Donan, uncomfortable, looked down at his plate. 

"Yeah, unfortunately, it's true."

"Unfortunately?" his mother questioned, surprised.

Donan raised his eyes, his cheeks flushing. 

"Because I'm ashamed to say... to admit that I'm very inferior to Luna."

"You're not inferior, son," his father said, concerned.

Donan, shaking his head, insisted. 

"But I am, Dad. Despite all the wealth, everything we have, I don't even come close to what Luna is. She's incredible, strong, courageous... someone beyond words."

Luna lowered her face, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, but couldn't help a small smile of gratitude.

Donan's mother, noticing her son's expression, asked the question hanging in the air: 

"Donan, do you like Luna?"

Donan choked on his water, coughing as he tried to respond. 

"I-I... well..."

Luna looked at him, bewildered. Before Donan could form an answer, his mother continued. 

"To be honest, Luna, you were hired to help my son with his shyness, stuttering, and trauma. We just didn't expect you to meet like this."

Donan's father added: 

"And now, after all this, what do you say, son? Do you still think you need her treatment? Or do you feel cured?"

Donan remained silent, pressured by the tricky question. He looked at Luna, then at his parents, trying to find the right words.

That's when Johnny, Luna's uncle, intervened with an amused smile: 

"I think he still needs a bit more treatment. After all, he's stuttering and doesn't know what to say!"

The room burst into laughter, breaking the tense atmosphere. Donan let out a nervous giggle while Luna tried to hide her smile.

His mother, wiping her eyes after laughing, said: 

"You know what? I think you two need some time alone. It seems like you have a lot to sort out between you."

Everyone stood up, leaving Donan and Luna alone. Silence fell over the room again, but this time, it was a silence full of possibilities.