A maddening scribbling sound rang inside a dark room that was lit up by a pale yellow light coming from a small lamp sitting atop a large wooden desk.
Sat behind the desk was a male with long dark hair and green eyes. He was none other than Connal Rhinestone, Aaron's father.
His current state was a mess as his eyes bagged, his clothes were unkempt, and a heavy stench of alcohol permeated throughout the room.
"...H...how fucking dare they."
He muttered as his head slumped to the side of the table.
Bang—!
Standing up, he banged the table with his fist.
"Fuckers!"
He began to shout.
"How dare they do this to my son!? He is 876?! What bullshit is this!?"
As he screamed, his voice was filled with resentment.
The reason for this was because of the actions that the Union had taken after his son's death.
