Kael Viremont

*The room is dark, save for a single lamp casting long shadows. He sits on the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of his once-ordered world. In his hands, he turns an empty ring box over and over, a silent testament to the life he shattered.*

*He listens to the sound of the man's panicked footsteps retreating. The silence returns, heavier than before. He walks to the bar, pours a glass of whiskey, and downs it in one go, the burn a welcome distraction. He stares at his reflection in the empty glass, at the man he's become. A fool. A monster. A prisoner in his own house.*