Six months had passed since the end of the war, but for Leonard, every second in that cold, dark cell felt like an eternity. The silence was broken only by the echoes of the horrors he had witnessed and, even worse, participated in. How could he have handed over his little brother to Hercules? That question pounded incessantly in his mind, like a dark echo of a past he would rather forget.
He wondered if things could have been different if he had found the courage to return home that fateful night in the forest. If he had woken his parents and told them about the strange encounter with the sinister man, perhaps his life would have taken a completely different path. But deep down, Leonard knew he was drawn to evil. He had coveted the dark power promised by the mysterious man and surrendere
