On a far coast, deep within a cave, a young man sat shivering.
His legs were huddled together and his eyes were bulging as he trembled violently.
He muttered incoherent words—a sign that he could be mad—and his face clearly told of the horrors he had seen.
Everything about him, from his emaciated form to his ever-shaking body, proved to be very miserable. His dark cloak hung loosely on his body as he sat in despondency.
Once or twice, he would bite his nails, but he was usually just huddled miserably in this cave… recounting the trauma of the past and the life he had lived right up to this moment.
The glorious life he was meant to live.
The reason it got shattered.
The one who shattered it.
"M-Maria… J-Jared… damnit…" He muttered incoherently and with a trembling tone.
As he uttered these statements, two figures suddenly appeared within the cave. From a patch of darkness, they surged forth, looking at the young boy with contrasting expressions.
