On the night that blood was shed, It was rather cold. The sickening damp iron smell only making it worse, Seemingly making him grow colder even with his pryo vision blazing at his hands. Heaving, as water drips down his face and onto his fading father. Yet anger still burns. His brother behind him, hysterical at the events that just took place. Their father was dead, Specifically by the Fatui. After years of being reminded of the fate of his father's death at the Fatuis hands, He's ready to take revenge. To leave behind whats left of his damaged personality and tapering relationships after years of becoming numb and shutting people out ... Atleast that's what he planned to do. But fate has a funny way of twisting someone until they break, and eventually, Rebuild. ⚠️ Warnings on the first page. ⚠️