"Sir, I implore you, do not persist in this!" a woman beseeched. "Your sister is merely a child of six. If this persists, she could perish!"

The man retorted, "Sister? I acknowledge no sister so considerably younger than I! She is naught but detritus, the discarded remnants the old man salvaged from a refuse heap. I reject her claim."

A grand vessel, a yacht of opulence, was slowly succumbing to the relentless embrace of the boundless sea. Alarms sounded their dire warnings, their cries reverberating throughout the doomed vessel.

Within the yacht, a maid was pleading desperately at the computer screen, "Sir, you must not do this. I implore you!"

Beside the frantic maid sat a little girl, no more than six or seven years of age. In stark contrast to the maid's palpable fear, the child exuded an aura of calm.

Neither the maid's pleas nor the harsh clamor of the alarms seemed to reach her. Her eyes held a tranquility and poise beyond her tender years.

Her tiny hands danced over a laptop keyboard, lines of code leaping across the screen with each stroke. As time passed, her keystrokes lost some of their initial speed, yet even slowed, she outpaced most.

On the other side of the screen, a man, blond and blue-eyed, regarded the little girl with a dismissive smirk. "You share no blood with us. You're less than a bastard, wouldn't you agree?"

Undeterred, the girl continued her relentless typing until a chilling fact flashed across the screen: "Probability of parentage: 0.00001%."

Her gaze fell. Her tiny hands trembled subtly over the keys as she whispered, "Father..."

The maid cried out, "Your brother will not abandon you!"

The blond man scoffed. "He is ignorant. The miscreant fled the family upon discovering his true origins. He has no connection to me."

"And as for you..." The man's cold gaze fell back on the girl. "Since you're no kin of ours, cease your meddling. It's time you vanished..."

A harsh electrical buzz erupted from the laptop, the screen flickering wildly before plunging into darkness.

Elsewhere, on the distant Continent Y, a torrential downpour was underway.

A group of people, shrouded in the night's darkness, stood by the shoreline. All were clad in mourning black, each bearing a solitary white flower on their lapels. They stood resolute in the pelting rain, bodies soaked, faces stoic.

It was the day of the Black Wolf Organization's leader's funeral.

The organization, globally renowned for its superior hacking technologies and unrivaled combat skills, was a formidable entity. No one dared challenge its supremacy.

Though their leader had fallen, the Black Wolf Organization remained unbroken. Speculations ran high, who would rise to lead?

The face in the funeral portrait was gentle, the smile warm.

As the ceremony progressed, organization members lined up to pay their respects, each received by a young man standing by the portrait.

Rain spattered his head, droplets clinging to his thick lashes.

He turned to the butler beside him, his voice hoarse, "Where is my sister?"

The butler replied, his tone somber, "Sir, she was deep in slumber when we departed. Shall I summon her? He was always so fond of her exceptional talents..."

The young man's gaze fixed on the monochrome portrait. He fell silent for a long moment before whispering, "No... let her sleep."

Her presence would only amplify the collective grief.

Out on the nearby sea, a luxury yacht drifted aimlessly, slowly sinking beneath the waves.

Eventually, the sea reclaimed its tranquility, the turbulent events of the night swallowed by its endless depths.