Every Night We Burn
There exists no obstruction for a one-track mind like Latona Cassel's. If there is no path laid at her feet, she will carve her own instead. With the meager life she struggles to endure, desperate measures are far more convenient and called-for.
So when Latona sets her eye on something indispensable, she isn't afraid to seize it, even if it means clawing a prize out of another's hands. For the sky may be the limit, but her desire to possess goes beyond it.
Yet one pathetic truth remains—she still foolishly holds out for Gideon Regis who has severed her hands before she ever had the chance.
After all, Gideon is nothing without his rigid morals. He lives only to follow what have been established for him: obedience, honor, family values. If he were to step even an inch outside those lines, hell itself would be damned.
But amidst lingering stares and tension palpable in the air, how do you brush off the scorching ardency that gnaws at your bones? Storms have been stirred. Nights have fallen. Do you douse in resolution, or do you let it all burn and consume?
[Written in Tagalog and English]
