A single beam of light cuts through the darkness of a hallway
Revealing a room drenched in blood—walls, floor, even the air thick with the metallic scent of it
~Torture room~
In the ghostly beam of the flashlight, a figure sat slumped before two shapes draped in crimson.
The air hung thick with the scent of iron—then…
BANK !!
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With his death, the unseen war—the true war—comes forward. Now, the real battle begins.
Why does his death feel like nothing?knowing he is very reason for 'his' misery
And for what!
His greed. His selfish dream. A vision so narrow it couldn’t see past his own desires—not the suffering of others, not the hopelessness, not even the crumbling of his own family.
But who am I to complain? What he did to me is a shadow compared to those who lost everything: their hopes, their dreams, the reason they woke each morning. The ones they loved—gone. The futures they dreamed of—shattered.
And he who lost his every close one, his first friend*glance to the side*
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*staring at the corpse blankly with a gun in hand *
My heart always aches when I see those empty eyes... but not anymore
Now, you have people who care for you. Admire you. Love you. A new life is waiting, to unfold —one you deserve
And I’ll be here. To make sure, to make you smile, to make you feel alive *hold his hand*
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*steered back then smile interlocking their hands*
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