After Ace left Kieran and Jun fighting, he went straight to Marsel's home.
He couldn't take it anymore—the shouting, the tension, the weight of everything crashing down on him.
Kieran and Jun's arguments were relentless, circling around him like vultures, picking at the remnants of his frayed patience.
Each word they threw at each other felt like a blow to his chest, a reminder of how trapped he was in the middle of their clashing emotions.
Neither man seemed to notice how much their bickering was suffocating him.
The air around them had grown too thick to breathe, and Ace felt like he might explode if he stayed even a moment longer.
He needed air.
He needed quiet.
The forest path to Marsel's home was shrouded in a calming silence, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of his boots against the ground.
The crisp air bit at his cheeks, the cool sting a welcome contrast to the heat of the confrontation he'd just left behind.
