A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
"Let me go! I'll need to torture that bastard!"
"He's just a vegetable now."
"I'll pull out his soul, rip it to shreds, piece it back together and do it again!"
"There's just a few…threads of his soul remaining. He won't survive."
Sia placed her hands on his shoulders and patted him like a general satisfied with the soldier's performance. "Now that's my man!"
Enigma, in her phantom side, nodded furiously, agreeing with every word her sister said.
Sarah, on the other hand, was looking through a bunch of holograms, brows knitted and fists clenched, blood leaking out of her palms.
"Sarah?"
Isadora's phantom raised an eyebrow.
"From Jai's main galaxy. That race is special for things like these. They aren't the most talented bunch out there but they're the most comprehensive when it comes to rank 7. He's the limit of a rank 7 assassin they could hire."
"Okay?"