Verret's Pov

I don't know what to do anymore.

Everything feels like it's collapsing around me, piece by piece, until all that's left is the echo of my own breathing and the ghosts of every damn decision I ever made. Ramon's face keeps coming back to me - that last moment, the disbelief in his eyes before I drove my blade through him. My friend.

Killed because of a woman.

A woman who wasn't even mine to begin with.

If Ramon were here, he'd know what to do. He always did. He was the calm in every storm, the one who could talk me out of my own chaos. But...