A lone man sat outside of Samantha's Hospital room, his head was drooped low, his thoughts unknown. There were dark circles around his eyes making it evident that he hadn't gotten proper sleep for quite a while.
Guilt. And Regret. That was what he felt. He had deeply regretted his actions on the day of the attack.
He shouldn't have listened, he shouldn't have listened. He should not have listened to the pleas of his wife and granddaughter to fight. He shouldn't have...
If only he had prioritized their safety more, this wouldn't have happened. If only he had left earlier...this would have been avoided. All of this...could have been avoided.
And to worsen the fact...he failed to kill that son of a bitch with the mask. He was just about to shoot when the damn chaos elemental emerged... he didnt remember anything after that.
