While the rest of the world adored her—teachers, relatives, neighbors—Rex knew the truth behind that angelic façade. She was a demon in disguise. The original Rex's life had practically been shaped under her iron rule.
She didn't torment him with physical pranks—no, Lena operated on a higher plane. Psychological warfare was her weapon of choice. She "trained" him under the banner of self-improvement.
She micromanaged his wardrobe ("You can't seriously be wearing that, can you?"), his eating habits ("Finish your greens or I'll deduct ten brain cells from your future career."), and even his leisure time ("Video games? Pathetic. Come, we're solving logic puzzles.").
She even installed herself as the gatekeeper of his social life. She would interrogate every classmate he brought home like an overprotective mafia boss. The few girls who showed even mild interest in Rex? Gone within the week—ghosted, intimidated, or "accidentally" embarrassed in public.
