Crimson Blaze stumbled out of bed.
Rubbing his temples, he cursed silently for the lack of sleep. Nevertheless, he had responsibilities to fulfill and needed to get ready for work.
As he maneuvered through the routine of getting ready for the day, the conversation he had with Elizabeth played in his mind like a broken record.
She had pleaded with him, even dropped to her knees, begging him to spare her grandfather's life. As much as he wanted to help, his hands were tied, and the situation was beyond his control.
Elizabeth had never asked him for a favor before, and he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for failing her in this crucial moment. The weight of that guilt gnawed at him like a persistent toothache.
He made his way downstairs, dressed in a crisp black suit
