Lucien watched her leave, his eyes not showing a hint of sleepiness.
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
The endless dull-red blood...
It drowned him like a vast ocean.
Lucien opened his eyes, his deep green eyes glittering in the night with an enigmatic glow.
"Sir, are we heading back to Bay Villa?" the driver asked.
"Yeah," Lucien lazily responded. "How long was I asleep?"
"An hour, sir."
He hadn't had a restful sleep in a long time.
Whenever he closed his eyes, the memories of that blood-red night would resurface in his mind.
The house was stained with blood, the flickering firelight against the darkness...
His mother's pleas, his sister's cries, his father's corpse with eyes wide open...
All of it haunted his mind.
They were betrayed by his uncle, and no one in
