This happened Six months ago after Brian had been caught and tortured by Ralph's Men.
Brian sat on the edge of the bed, positioned near the window, his eyes fixed on the morning sky. The horizon was adorned with hues of pink and orange, merging seamlessly into a serene blue. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed his life in recent days. The tranquil scene outside seemed to mock the turmoil within him.
With a heavy sigh, Brian turned his attention to the mirror on the bedside table. He studied the marks on his face, remnants of the brutal ordeal he had endured. Some of the wounds were healing, but others bore the evidence of permanent scars. They served as a haunting reminder of the ill-fated decision he had made.
