Who is Ren?

...that sensation, both electrifying and gravitational, ensnared his senses. Just as his fingers closed securely around the apple, a gentle disturbance rippled through the silence—a soft splash from the stream. Startled, Bonan turned, his gaze meeting the vision of a woman emerging from the water. Her hair, drenched, cascaded over her shoulders, glistening under the ambient light like strands of liquid starlight. Her eyes, luminous and profound, radiated an intensity that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality, blending curiosity with an inexplicable familiarity. Her sudden appearance, though unexpected, was mesmerizing in its natural elegance, rendering Bonan speechless in the wake of her serene yet compelling presence. Bonan finds himself utterly speechless. A young woman materializes from the stream, her presence commanding yet ethereal, with her long hair flowing down her back in a cascade of natural grace. Her eyes, glistening with the depth of untold galaxies, captivate him instantly. Though her sudden emergence catches him by surprise, he is profoundly moved by her striking elegance, her form a silhouette of timeless beauty against the backdrop of the stream's serene waters.

The woman approached a bewildered Bonan, placing her hands gently over his that held the enigmatic fruit. Her touch was guiding, almost urging him to bring the apple closer to his mouth. Feeling the gentle insistence, he took a bite. The moment his teeth pierced its skin, an intense surge of vitality exploded within him. His eyes shuttered closed, surrendering to the overwhelming essence and flavor of the apple, when suddenly, the very essence of their surroundings convulsed in response. The earth and its inhabitants—rocks, trees—quaked as though ensnared by a tempest's fury, and the terrain beneath them fractured, cleaving with seismic force. The air around them roared, charged with an animalistic ferocity, as bolts of lightning carved through the heavens. Upon reopening his eyes, a transformative aura enveloped Bonan; his pupils radiated with a vibrant orange glow, mirroring the supernatural luminescence of the fruit. This striking transformation did not escape the woman's notice; she recognized the magnitude of what had unfolded. A monumental shift had occurred, not just within Bonan but within the very weave of reality itself, all emanating from the unfathomable power now surging through his veins.

Amid the pandemonium that envelops them, Bonan's voice emerges as a fragile whisper, barely slicing through the cacophony. "Who... who are you?" he falters, his gaze anchored unwaveringly on the enigmatic woman before him.