The sun adorned the sky in all its glory by day, and at night the moon shone as brightly as it could yet neither could cast their light into Nix's darkened world.
Days slipped into weeks, and weeks blurred into a month, but still, not a single word had been heard nor a single glimpse caught of the man whose very name once struck fear into the heart of fear itself.
The dynasty went on with its affairs, rejoicing over the success of their deceitful plots, unbothered by his absence. The business world, however, cried out for him headlines screamed, investors begged for his return but Nix paid no attention. His room had become a reflection of his soul,cold, silent, and drenched in darkness.
He had thought he was finally piecing his life back together. But just as the edges began to fit, everything shattered again.
"Uncle?"
