Abused becomes the abuser….

Huan Jing sat alone in his dimly lit, opulent study, staring at the leather-bound diary that had sent shivers down his spine. It was Si Jian's diary, and it contained detailed plans for the destruction of his family and himself. Si Jian, known as the Silver Mask, had long been a terrorizing figure in the mafia world and the country at large. Her motives remained a mystery, but now, Huan Jing had a glimpse into her sinister intentions.

As the heir to one of the most powerful mafia families, Huan Jing had always been cautious, but this revelation had pushed him to his limits. He had reached out to Si Jian, requesting a meeting to confront her about the contents of the diary. She had agreed, and the two formidable figures were set to meet in a secluded, dimly lit underground club known for hosting clandestine meetings.

Huan Jing arrived at the club wearing his signature tailored suit, exuding an air of power and control. Si Jian, on the other hand, was an enigmatic figure, always concealed behind her silver mask and clad in black leather. She had arrived earlier, waiting in the shadows for Huan Jing to make his entrance.

As Huan Jing stepped into the dimly lit club, the hushed whispers of the patrons ceased abruptly. All eyes turned towards him, recognizing the prodigy of the Jing Mafia. He moved confidently through the crowd, until he reached a secluded corner where Si Jian awaited, her silver mask gleaming in the dim light.

"Si Jian," Huan Jing began, his voice steady but laced with a sense of urgency. "I've read your diary, and I need to know why you want to destroy my family and me."

Si Jian's masked face remained unreadable, but her eyes held a glint of curiosity. "You've always been a careful man, Huan Jing. I'm surprised you would invade my privacy."

Huan Jing didn't flinch. "I invaded your privacy because your diary contains elaborate plans to dismantle everything I hold dear. Our families have been rivals for years, but this... this goes beyond rivalry."

Si Jian leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "You've always seen the world in black and white, Huan Jing. But there's more to this story than you know."

Huan Jing's patience was wearing thin. "Then tell me. Explain why you want to destroy us."

A brief moment of silence hung in the air before Si Jian finally spoke. "Do you know why they call me the Silver Mask? It's because I wear this mask to hide not just my identity but also my true purpose."

Huan Jing frowned. "Your true purpose?"

Si Jian leaned closer, her silver mask inches away from Huan Jing's face. "I don't want power, wealth, or control, Huan Jing. I want revenge. Revenge for me and my late family that died in the crossfire of your feuds."

Huan Jing was taken aback. "Revenge? I know my father tried to threaten your father and I analyse he might've harmed your family too but if you mind elaborat—"

Si Jian interrupted him, her voice firm. "Yes,your father,you,your mother,your sister…..everyone killed me and my family. The only difference is that my dead body is walking and their isn't. You and your family a cancer that needs to be eradicated."

Huan Jing struggled to process the revelation. "So, you're saying you want to dismantle me?"

Si Jian nodded. "Yes, and that included your family. I knew you wouldn't understand if I just told you, so I wrote it all in my diary, hoping someone would find it and maybe, just maybe, see the truth."

Huan Jing's mind raced as he contemplated Si Jian's words. The weight of the revelation bore down on him. "But why destroy me? Why not work together to bring about change?"

Si Jian's mask concealed her emotions, but her voice held a hint of sadness. "You and I, Huan Jing? There's no redemption for people like you and your family. It's too late for that. But I can still try to cleanse my memories, one step at a time.Since you know it now, let me read you…..you're offering me to join you and work with you because you're in freaking love, emotions baby…emotions ? I told you earlier that they are weakness! If you wouldn't have known me or if I was your simple rival then you would've wiped me off the realm the moment you suspected on me and that is the day I stepped in your life."

Their conversation hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and the weight of their choices. Huan Jing had come seeking answers, but he left with a newfound understanding of Si Jian's mission. The Silver Mask wasn't just a terrorizing figure; she was a crusader for terror in a world consumed by darkness.

She was the embodiment of "The abused becomes the abuser!"

Huan Jing couldn't shake the lingering doubt as he retreated from the underground club. He had learned about Si Jian's mission for justice, but there was still a burning question in his heart. He couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her vendetta than met the eye, if there was a personal trauma she was fighting because of him and his family. It gnawed at him, and he knew he had to ask her.

Days turned into weeks, and Huan Jing found himself in a relentless pursuit of answers. He tracked Si Jian's movements, learning more about her past and the scars she carried. He discovered the tragic losses she had endured, all somehow connected to the Jing Mafia's ruthless actions.

Finally, the day came when he managed to corner Si Jian in a dimly lit alley. Her silver mask gleamed as always, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that he had never seen before.

"Si Jian," Huan Jing began, his voice soft but filled with concern. "Since you're aware that I fell in this forbidden love, I need to know…I need to know what my family did to you and what did i do to give you so much trauma you're fighting because of me and my family? What did we do to make you…such a terrorising being? Because I can't recall and it's a big shame for me… I swear on hell and heaven and every realm that I'll be your loyalist and will even end myself if it means for your satisfaction."

Si Jian hesitated, her gloved hands clenching into fists at her sides. She had never intended to reveal this part of herself, but the sincerity in Huan Jing's eyes and the genuine concern in his voice broke down her defenses.

Tears welled up in Si Jian's eyes as she finally spoke.