You had just completed preparing breakfast and were in the process of setting the table when Zen joined, impeccably dressed in his suit. Your daughter, was in tears, and you made an effort to console her.

He sits, he sipped his coffee before issuing a chilling demand. "Quiet her down, now. Or I'll handle it myself..." His tone was frigid, laced with ominous undertones.

Zen's has resentment for his own family, aimed at his newborn daughter, as he wanted a son to inherited his position.