Prologue

"Alexano!" Her hand was being a burden to his aim. That warehouse, that day, cold wind ringed the iron roofing below sublime moonlight. No man had a clue for what fate has put in its pocket. "This is my fight. The war I started and needs to end." A place so ordinary, yet he made a girl on the cold pavement floor shiver. Both invited the dark. Either way, one man or two men, it was a scene filled with remorse after fire. Bang!

He was wrong. There was no war from the beginning. Her falling body still haunts him since. His laughs had become the same deceitful sham in every occasion people questioned his state. When the blood made his hand unclean, where did all this come from? Perhaps in a familiar place, where their story was determined.

Trauma emerging from years before. The lone heart kept its grudge, and flicked when they both met after he ran away. A reality where he thought he had escaped from a painful past. Luciano, he was better, he believed the reason. In the end, nothing left. Not even the love of his life that was sacrificed by his own selfishness.