Amden stood on the hospital roof as he gazed the sprawling city beneath him.
He had just left Cilia, her fragile and helpless form had been imprinted in his mind.
Though she still remained unconscious, the pill had begun its work.
The memory of her battered body clawed at him. The bruises, the deep cuts, the sheer brutality of the assault. Every time he recalled the injuries on her body, a cold fury simmered within him. A desire for retribution, for revenge boiled within him. His anger and rage was so intense it threatened to consume him.
Voila floated beside him.
"Amden, what are you planning?" she asked; her usually cheerful voice was soft.
Silence stretched between them before Amden finally sighed, a sound heavy with introspection.
"I do not know what to do," he admitted, his gaze distant towards the outskirt of the city.
