Aiden stood by the window, staring out into the darkening sky. He had lost track of time, the hours blurring together as he wrestled with his thoughts. His mind was a storm of memories, plans, and regrets, each one cutting deeper than the last. The guilt of Luna Light's death weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of the decisions that had led him to this point. He felt trapped in his own mind, unable to shake the burden of his choices.
The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reverie. He heard April's voice downstairs, the familiar cadence that usually brought him comfort now only adding to his anxiety.
"Vina!! Change the kids into something better and severe them something light to eat. Make sure they sleep okay?" April told the maid, who was carrying Serge
