Could you look at what you've done? Every tear, every scream, every drop of blood spilt in anguish. It all bears your mark, a legacy carved from greed and pride. You built this chaos, brick by brick, lie by lie. Chasing power, sacrificing love, ignoring the hearts you crushed. What burns now isn’t just pain, it’s the fire you lit yourself. And every flicker, every ember, whispers your name in blame. You turned love into a battlefield, and trust into a fragile shell. But tonight, as the wreckage lays bare before your eyes. Know this truth: it was all your doing, every shattered piece.
“Hunter!” Estelle’s scream tore through the air as Hunter’s body jerked back, his chair crashing backwards from the force of the bullet. Blood immediately seeped through his shirt, staining it dark red.
“Hun
