Nero was inside his personal room. It had been several days that he was buried inside there and didn't go outside to do anything. Everything that was inside that place was destroyed or knocked on the ground.
The most powerful and influential of the higher-ups of the Dark Tower was standing in the middle of that room. After another episode of sudden rage, he was panting and sweating, trying to calm himself down again.
He couldn't lessen the wrath that he was feeling inside his heart no matter what he did. He tried to meditate several times, went to bed with several girls, and drank lots of beer. However, nothing was enough to make him reason properly again.
The only thoughts going across his mind were about the last events before those rainy weeks that they had.
