There are only two love ones in his entire life, his mother and father. If one to put it, they were like his son and daughter. At his senior years, his father fell into a gambling debt, forcing him to work and later getting a business of his own. He would let his father run rampant with his money, spending it everywhere as he fit, and Ryan didn't care. It was his payment to his father. Just a month ago, his father died, by suicide, and Ryan has read his dying message. Which he didn't bat an eye to.

It was bound to happen. His father's emotions was unstable, and Ryan could only let his father rest. He didn't care losing someone that was his only thought. At least in his mind, his father is now resting somewhere, a far better place than earth. Believe it or not, Ryan is religious and devoted. Maybe this is because of his extreme self-preservation that he became religious in order to not suffer eternally. 

What he didn't like was that his father died with regrets. He let his dad run rampant in order to let him die without regrets but instead further caused more regret in his life. Which he was ashamed. To die without regrets is a better end for everyone and he didn't let his father have that luxury. Something money couldn't buy. But letting this hinder him was useless. Moving away from his father's grave, he moved on to the one beside it. 

He didn't have a good memories of his paraplegic mother. He only remembers taking care of her, changing her diapers, washing her, and feeding her. He takes of her since he didn't want anyone to see her naked, touch her nor speak to her. In his mind, she was like a daughter that needs to cherished. His mother was beautiful without a doubt, but he didn't feel lust but only appreciativeness, he has similar looks to his mother, and he was happy about it. As far he knows, his looks what enables him to become rich. To treasure ones face is an investment for the future, and his mother face was taken care of daily. 

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But now that mother is dead. He didn't have words to say, as he looked at the words written on her grave, "Rest in peace, my beautiful mother." It was shallow in a sense, and Ryan felt disappointed in himself to not come up with impactful words and complex sentences. It was simple in writing and extravagant in design of the grave. He was deeply disappointed at himself.

He looked at the sky, and he only felt being freed. The shackles of his parents is now gone and he can now move further to his goals. Ryan looked at his towering butler and said, "Hank, inniate the plan." 

"Yes master." Hank said full of loyalty.

He watches Hank pulls out a black phone and called someone.

"Hello, Mr. Raspodyn, The Master has given orders. Kill the fat dregs." Hank said with authority and might.

Looking away from his loyal butler, Ryan looked at the sky once again. His mind was full of plans, if his plans were to fail? Plan B will commence, Plan B too? Plan C will commence, if all plans were to fail which is likely impossible? Nuke the fucking slum and bride the military. As he ponders over unrealistic plans and realistic ones." One thing for sure, is that Ryan will do anything for his goals because that's how he grew in power.

But the long awaited plan will never come, as Ryan felt his vision shift.

He was teleported somewhere Gods don't even try to go.