Devian sat alone in the corner of what used to be his father’s home office which he also use, now stripped bare of power and dignity.

Dust clung to the windows, and the once-polished desk was now chipped and faded.

The weight of his fall from grace pressed down on his shoulders like a heavy coat he could not remove.

He had lost everything.

His reputation, his fiancee, Reina, his status, and though most days he felt numb, today, something sparked inside him: defiance.

If redemption was impossible, perhaps retribution would be enough.

He pulled his old laptop from a dusty drawer, the one he used during his reckless university...