Right after the son and father confrontation, Darryl immediately isolated himself in his room in the Marble Mansion. Everything that happened went on him like a flash of lighting-it was fast and striking. It left him exhausted, angry, hurt, and guilty at the same time. How could he face the fact that his son died in the hands of the person he treated as somewhat like a sister?
Filled with anger, Darryl rushed and hit the wall of his room. His hard hand landed on the stone-filled wall and bleed but instead of feeling some pain, what Darryl felt was the urge to do it again and again.
"Dee…" A woman's cry filled his whole room. Her cry didn't contain any sound of surprise nor worry, but of pity. Dian, of course, knew what took place that night and as much as she wanted to comfort her brother, there was just nothing she could do.
