Trigger warning: s****l assault. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable.
Author’s note: I listened to Hans Zimmer’s Interstellar while writing this scene, so to get a more immersive experience, I recommend the readers listen to it too while reading.
Inside the town hall, a lone piano is playing deep at night. His long, slender fingers perfectly hit every note to his somber piece. He has his eyes closed, feeling the strong, compelling emotions brought by the piece. In his mind, an entire orchestra builds up tension with him, harmonizing with his tune.
Provided by the cover of the night, Deo had escaped the dungeon, fueled by the rage and fury he harbors toward the Alpha.
As the music resonates, the rhythm picks up its pace. It synchronized well with every breath the sleeping
