After conquering the commanders castle after the blood bath of  assassinations in the town, Ethan and everyone shifted to the stronghold castle in Town of felis, which they took control of entirety.

As Joshua entered the room of Ethan, his keen eyes observed Ethan's imposing presence. However, Ethan's true nature was concealed beneath a veneer of kindness. As he already welcomed joshua with gentle words and warm gestures into his family.

Unbeknownst to Joshua, Ethan's manipulation was a masterpiece. He praised Joshua's intelligence and treated him like a son. But beneath this facade lay Ethan's ruthless intent.

The air in Ethan Richwald's office was thick with the scent of old leather and the faint tang of iron. The low fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Ethan sat in his high-backed chair, his broad shoulders relaxed yet radiating quiet power. He held a small, intricately carved box in his hand, his thumb tracing the delicate lines of the wood. He was a man who commanded attention without even trying, his fierce gaze, sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over the room.

'There are two sides to every coin,' Ethan began, his voice a low, rumbling baritone. The words were deliberate, each syllable carefully chosen. 'And within us, within every soul, lies a duality. Two faces, one mask. Dr. Jekyll, respectable, kind. Mr. Hyde, a monster of passion and darkness.'

His gaze fixed on the young boy sitting opposite him, his adopted son, Joshua. Joshua, at ten years old, was already impossibly still, his eyes reflecting the firelight and holding a quiet intensity that unnerved even Ethan. He was an anomaly, a silent killer disguised as a child, his heart filled with a cold, burning fury that few suspected.

'You are learning to control your own duality, Joshua,' Ethan continued, his gaze never leaving the boy's. 'As I did, as countless others have done before us.'

Joshua, his dark eyes unblinking, reached out and took the box from Ethan's hand. He opened it, revealing a small, intricately crafted silver dagger. He held it up to the light, his thin lips curving into a barely perceptible smirk. He loved fire, the way it consumed, the way it cleansed. But the cold steel, the sharpness, the way it pierced with silent precision, was almost as satisfying.

'This is a tool, Joshua,' Ethan said, his voice softening. 'A tool to protect. To end pain. But it's also a weapon. A weapon that can be used for good, or for evil.' He knew his words were a form of manipulation, a carefully crafted narrative that would weave itself into the boy's psyche. But it was necessary. It was their reality.

Joshua nodded slowly, his eyes fixated on the dagger. He understood. He was a hunter, a protector, a guardian of the innocent. And his weapon, his chosen path, was both a blessing and a curse. He knew that the line between hero and villain was thin, easily blurred by the fires of vengeance and the seductive whispers of power.

He looked up at Ethan, the man who had become a father, a teacher, a figure of both fear and adoration. 'I will use it well,' he said, his voice a whisper, a promise, a threat.

Ethan, for a brief moment, saw the flicker of something wild in the boy's eyes. A spark of the darkness that he, too, wrestled within. He felt a pang of sadness, a wave of guilt, but it was fleeting. They were both survivors, products of a world where darkness was as inevitable as the dawn. And in that darkness, they had found their purpose, their twisted, brutal, and necessary truth.

The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The world outside the window raged on, indifferent to their silent pact. But in the small, dimly lit room, the lessons of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde continued to be learned, the dance of duality continuing, fueled by a love that was both fierce and terrifying.

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One fateful day, as Joshua accompanied Ethan on a hunting expedition, they encountered a group of bandits. Joshua was ready to deal with them, but Ethan's superhuman strength and speed were unleashed upon the attackers, Joshua was surprised by witnessing his superhuman abilities but it was his brutality that left a lasting mark on Joshua's psyche.

With his bare hands, Ethan tore apart the bandits, their screams echoing through the forest. Joshua, witnessing this act of violence, was torn between terror and a strange fascination. He had never before encountered such ruthlessness.

From that moment forward, Joshua's perception of Ethan shifted. The kind benefactor had transformed into a monstrous punisher. Ethan's manipulation had planted a seed of fear in Joshua's heart.

Yet, despite his revulsion at Ethan's brutality, Joshua found himself drawn to the man's enigmatic nature. He witnessed Ethan's unwavering loyalty to his family and friends, and his relentless pursuit of justice.

As time passed, Joshua's own cunning and manipulative nature emerged. He realized that Ethan's brutality could be a weapon, and he began to embrace his own dark side.

Joshua became a silent killer, targeting those who threatened his newfound family. His cold-blooded efficiency and ruthless were hidden from everyone except ethan.

Despite their contrasting personalities, Ethan and Joshua forged an unbreakable bond. Ethan saw in Joshua a reflection of his own ruthless efficiency, while Joshua found in Ethan a protector and a father figure. Joshua might not be blood related but he resembles Ethan more than anyone else could. Like father like son, you could say.