~KAEL MORETTI~

Ferdinard was dead.

After an entire day of deliberation, I finally put a bullet through his skull. And for the first time in a very long time, pulling the trigger had felt different.

Killing had never weighed on my conscience. I was no saint. My hands were stained with the blood of enemies, traitors, and anyone foolish enough to stand in my way. But Ferdinard's death was different. Not because he hadn't deserved it. He had. But because he had once been family.

Family had always been everything to me.

In our world, some would argue that prioritizing family was foolish. Power came at a cost, and to...