"It Felt Like Ants Crawling On His Skin. When He Was Nine, He Burned Them With A Bright Beam Of Light,

"It felt like ants crawling on his skin. When he was nine, he burned them with a bright beam of light, pointing the magnifying glass at one and another, and smiled. Were the innocent ant souls taking revenge on him? Was it really his time to burn? Sometimes it seemed like his team members were like ants. There were a lot of them. And they died just as easily. His father's subordinates would panic and scatter like ants when they saw those masked idiots coming. They'd die immediately. It was so simple. So sad. A stray bullet spares no one. It's his time to lead this cortege. He's the ant's womb now. He liked to call himself king better."