Once a pona time thire was twins, brad and rex, they were alwasy together and thire for each other, even went to college together " so... what majur did you pick brad ?? " rex asked genuinly. 

"Parapsychology and Anthropology of Legends, " brad told him 

"Whaaat?? My little brother and top on our class want to be whatever that supposed to be?!" Rex teased. 

" hay! Ilike that kind of stuff don't judge " 

"I'm not " Rex said but his eyes were saying otherwise. 

"oh shut up! "  brad protested 

" I didn't say anything! " 

" what about you rex ??" Brad asked trying to change the subject.

" business and arhipanorialship  " rex said proudly. 

" right, i wish i have this risk taking you have even alittle " 

" don't worry little brother! I'll protect you till the day one of us die! Even if life seporated us!" 

It didn't take Rex to make friends, he was always the extrovert one out of them, Brad evied his older twin brother, but also he know Rex will scold him to belittle himself like that, Rex and Brad eyes met, Rex waved his hand for his little twin before running to him and drage him to meet his friends “ what are your doing on your own Bradley?? Here let me interduse you to to OUR new friends, this is Hiroshi Fujimoto he is specializing in Martial Arts! Isn't that cool! “ Rex said excitedly, “ oh and this is Michael Bennett we have classes together but his major is more of Business Administration with a focus on Corporate Management “ Rex told Brad, “ on and Claire Bennett and she is also in the Psychology major !! “ 

“ when did you get the time to meat all of them “ 

“ I guess my social skills “ Rex shrugged, but couldn't help but notice his little twin brother's shy looks at Claire, Rex didn't say anything but he was planning to teas Brad later, days pass by and Brad finally made a friend, Mila Korkmaz for the Child and Adolescent Nurturing Sciences department major, one day as Rex and the others went camping, over the years Brad realized his brother Rex was in love with Mila, but also discovered something else that night, a strange looking ring, Brad hesitated to grab it, “ what if it is coursed or something??” 

but last thing he know Rex grabbed it, and both studied later as it flow up to Rex giving Rex supernatural abilities, thire was not much that bred could worry about, Rex get married to Mila while Brad got married to Claire, Rex even had a child, Mila named him Felix as he look a lot like Rex but with her father attedude, couple years later, they had a 2nd child that is a carbon copy of Rex in every way possible, exapt for  the colore of Mila turquoise eyes, when Felix was 4 they had a 3rd child that look a lot like Rex father, they lived happily, until Felix was almost 10 years old as Rex ring started getting out of control, one time Rex almost hurt his own kids, but once it cool down, Mila was pregnant with thire 4th child, this time it was a girl, month passed by and Mila water Brock, as they rushed to the hospital they get in a car accident becouse Rex was also losing control of the ring as it seemed his nearvesness was getting into the ring, making it losing control, and crash, taking all 3 of them lives. 

The 3 boys didn't get what was going on at the funeral, didn't get why can they not see thire mommy and daddy anymore, Felix kept asking when they’d visit Mommy in the hospital.

Max tried to peek inside the coffin.

Alexander stood silent the whole time, gripping Felix’s hand so hard it left marks. 

Alexander was 8 at the time, but it changed all of three 3 boys a lot ever since, Felix developed a habit of smoking, Alexander tried everything to not think of it, work, business, lovers, anything, and max would couse trouble no matter what for attention, how can he not, he was only 6 when his parents dies, for years Claire took care of her best friend kids like her own kids, alongside assisting them emotionally as a therapist, Felix would have been in worst concessions if Emily wasn't around making him smoke only once a month ever since he started that habit. Which also made Clair work to help her boys easier, but with Alexander and Max it wasn't easy, even tho she know why max is doing what he is doing. 

The silence that fell upon the Bennett household after the funeral was not the quiet of peace, but the deafening hush of a wound too deep to be acknowledged. The world, once vibrant with Rex’s booming laughter and Mila’s gentle melody, had splintered into a million sharp fragments. Claire, Brad’s wife and Mila’s sister by marriage, became the reluctant architect of their lives, her Psychology major suddenly less about abstract theories and more about the raw, visceral trauma unfolding before her. She had promised to care for her best friend’s children, a vow that became the singular anchor in her own grief.

Felix, barely ten when the accident stole everything, carried the heaviest, most complicated grief. He remembered the before – Rex’s playful brawls, Mila’s lullabies, the easy warmth of a complete family. The funeral, a blur of hushed voices and somber black, left him with a phantom ache for answers that never came. As the years crawled by, that ache calcified into a quiet despair, manifesting in the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. By his mid-20s, Felix would often find solace in the fleeting burn, a fragile rebellion against the hand fate had dealt him. It was Emily, the daughter of Hiroshi Fujimoto – a man Rex had once admired for his martial arts prowess – who became his unlikely savior. Emily, with her grounded practicality and an uncanny ability to read the unspoken, would gently, persistently, pull the cigarette from his fingers. "Once a month, Felix," she’d murmur, her voice soft but firm, a quiet understanding in her warm eyes. "That’s your allowance." And somehow, for her, he would comply. Her presence was a steadying balm, making Claire’s monumental task of emotional assistance slightly less daunting for Felix.

Alexander, who at eight years old had gripped Felix’s hand with the strength of a much older boy, had responded to the void with a chilling imitation of his lost father. A carbon copy of Rex in looks, he also seemed to inherit his ambition, his drive, and perhaps, his tendency to shield his true feelings behind a whirlwind of activity. Now in his early twenties, Alexander was a force, pouring himself into business ventures with a tenacity that bordered on obsession. Work, deals, fleeting lovers – anything to fill the emptiness, anything to avoid the suffocating silence of introspection. He built walls of success and distraction, each brick laid with the careful avoidance of the very grief he mimicked Rex in bearing. Even though technically younger than Felix, Alexander often unconsciously took on the mantle of the protective, responsible older brother, mirroring the very dynamic Rex had once shared with Brad.

Max, the youngest, only six when his world collapsed, had the least memory of their parents, and perhaps, the most volatile reaction to their absence. How could he not demand attention, how could he not test the boundaries of a world that had so carelessly abandoned him? Now in his late teens, Max was a whirlwind of trouble, a magnet for mischief, a constant source of worry for Claire. His outbursts, his disappearances, his reckless stunts – all were desperate pleas, screams for recognition in a house where the fundamental pillars had crumbled. Claire, despite her professional understanding of childhood trauma, found herself constantly walking a tightrope with Max, her heart aching for the lost boy beneath the defiant exterior.

Claire herself, the quiet anchor, felt the crushing weight of their combined grief. She had transformed their home into a sanctuary, a clinic, a refuge. Her days were a blur of managing their fractured lives, her nights often spent poring over textbooks or simply staring into the darkness, a silent testament to her unwavering love and relentless exhaustion. She saw the ghost of Rex in Alexander’s piercing gaze, the echo of Mila’s artistic spirit in Felix’s quiet intensity, and the raw, unchanneled energy of both in Max’s desperate flailing.

Years had passed, but the shadows of that terrible night still stretched long across their lives. The forgotten ring, the strange powers, the sudden, cataclysmic crash – these were memories Claire had carefully, perhaps too carefully, compartmentalized. Brad, her husband, the quiet academic specializing in the supernatural, had never spoken of it with her in detail, but she felt the reverberations of that untold story, a silent hum beneath the surface of their everyday struggles. The boys were growing, surviving, but the ghost of an extraordinary tragedy, one wrapped in the enigma of a supernatural artifact, still waited, patiently, to be understood.