M. Ring's name was known far and wide. He was not only said to be the devil himself, but even the devil took notes on his judgment and punishment. The revelation was turning the country.
Lucien sat in a corner of his small apartment, his thoughts racing. This was to be his glory, his master comeback, but it was yet again all about Kabir. He picked up his phone, scrolling through the net. There was nothing pleasant about the comments.
"Lucien should have left when he had the chance; now he had fallen in deep shit," a user commented.
"I know, right? He just realized he is nothing but a tiny ant before the mighty lion," a reply came in. Every word favored Kabir; he did not see what they all saw in him.
If Kabir could be the M. Ring, so could he, and even better. Lucien was tired, but his mind was not. They say where there is a will, there is a way. Lucien had the will, and he was going to find the way.
