Beginning of the End

-Three Days Later-

For the entire three days, I never went back to the mansion. But stayed with Augustine for a while. The horror of what happened during the war still lurks into my mind as if it was yesterday. How that lively person suddenly died in front of me and the splatters of blood in my face. The terrified look of everyone still kept on showing in my mind as if it was on repeat.

I also refused any contact from other people except for Augustine. Not even my friends could hold a conversation with me. Within that time, all I did was show a lifeless emotion. Refusing to eat, refusing to sleep, it's all because of the devastation that I felt on how a person died just within the grasps of my hands. Because of my incompetence, the old geezer had to resort to the worst case possible, disregarding all the principles of the Lombardo Family to prevent me from a mistake.