He stood up slowly, walking toward the broken window, staring out at the rain, his reflection faint in the glass.
He had built a life where people feared him, where his name meant power, but now that same name had been used to hurt someone who had nothing left.
And that was the moment.
The moment that could change everything.
Because he had a choice.
He could handle this the way he always had, quietly, efficiently, making the problem disappear without questions.
Or he could do something he had never done before.
Face the truth of what his world had become.
