The sight.

The moment.

The smirk on his face.

Zariah was impotent to rip that from her mind and with a shaky condition, she returned to her apartment.

Her mind was submerged in undesirable feelings that were scaring her.

‘He wasn’t wrong though, his sister, his parents, his life ripped apart instantly. This one action forced him to this path…”

Forcing herself to believe that he deserved it, he murdered his family and should receive such a hellish outcome.

‘A murderer is punishing another murderer… right?’

Entering the room, the second she closed the door, she lost it.

Her chest tightened and powerless to take another step, she leaned against...