There he was.
A tall figure in a sleek black suit seemed to loom over everything else, and his spikey black hair cast shadows over his indifferent eyes. Those eyes were just as cold as they were back then.
The mere sight of him flooded Conrad's mind with memories of that night.
It came to him so vividly. The searing flames that lit up his home, the suffocating smoke in the air, and his helplessness when his parents were taken from him.
This man. One of the key players responsible for ripping his life apart was right there in the flesh.
He felt anger, he felt rage surging within him. It flooded through his veins with a ferocity that threatened to almost consume him. His breaths grew shallow, and his hand instinctively covered his face as he tried to control himself.
_Calm down. Calm down. Calm, calm, cool it. Calm yourself dammit! _
