BROWN FAMILY HOUSE
Isaac Brown was pacing the living room, his body brimming with energy that could only be described as pure fury.
His hands were shaking, but not from fear—no, this was rage, uncontrollable and blinding. He had just watched the news report that had, in his mind, destroyed everything.
Isaac ran a hand through his hair. "This can't be. No!"
His grip on the TV remote tightened, and with a low roar, he threw it against the wall, the impact of the shattering device echoing through the room. The pieces of plastic and metal clattered to the floor as Isaac stood there, fists clenched, his body tight with anger.
“I’m going to kill him,” he spat, his voice thick with rage. “I’ll destroy Miguel! He messed with my family, and now he’s going to pay! He’ll regret ever crossing
