LET'S FIND HER

Xavier sat in the shower, letting the scalding water cascade over him as the steam swirled in the small, tiled room. The heat barely touched the chill deep within him, the memories of the queen's cruel grip flashing behind his closed eyes. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as fragments of his past played like a broken reel in his mind—pain, blood, betrayal, and the suffocating presence of servitude.

He opened his eyes, staring at the tiled wall as though searching for answers that would never come. Slowly, he ran his hands over his face, feeling the rough texture of scars etched into his skin. The silver that once coursed through his veins had not only taken a toll on his body but also on his very essence.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he turned off the water. The room was heavy with steam, clouding the mirror above the sink. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out, his feet padding softly against the cold tiles.