Chapter 1: The Iron Fist

The city feared his name. He was not just a ruler but a dictator—one whose commands were absolute, whose words were the law. No one dared to question him. No one had the courage.

In the grand estate that sat atop the hill, four brothers and a sister lived under his rule. The eldest, known simply as "The Hitler controlled everything with an iron fist. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his cold gaze sending chills down spines. He was the law in their world, and his power was unquestioned.

Among his brothers, there were whispers. Murmurs of dissatisfaction, of rebellion even, but none dared voice them aloud. And then there was her—, the sister they all cherished. She was the light in their dark world, the only warmth in their cold-blooded existence.

But misunderstandings were like shadows—always lurking, always growing.

As the brothers stood in the dimly lit hall, the hitler voice echoed like thunder.

“will stay where she belongs. No arguments.”

His decree was final. No one dared object, though their hearts burned with silent rage. Why was he keeping her away? Why did he refuse to explain? The unspoken tension thickened, filling the air with something dangerous.

And so, the foundation of their bond began to crack.

Was this the beginning of their downfall? Or was it the first step toward uncovering secrets that had long been buried?

The brothers exchanged glances, each lost in their own thoughts. None of them knew that the storm was just beginning.