Arlan's morning started early as well due to the nightmare he had in the night. Just like Oriana, he could not go back to sleep and spent the night sitting in bed, staring at the ticking hand of the longcase pendulum clock on the other side of the room.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
His mind was filled with the most horrific memory from his childhood.
Although almost two decades had passed, those memories still hurt him the same, and even as he grew into a full-fledged adult, the wounds of the past continued to bleed, with anger and his thirst for revenge being the only outlet.
Until he successfully killed the ones behind his mother's early demise, there was no escaping the hauntings of her death.
Her wide eyes lifelessly staring at him, the tears of guilt and relief streaming down her face—
'Mother, I….'
The rest of his words faded. He didn't know what exactly he wanted to say to her.
