It was a distant past.
Evelyn could still remember the moments when Julien turned.
"Stay the fuck away from me. The mere sight of you makes me sick."
"Nnn? What...?"
"Did you not hear me? Stay the fuck away from me."
"B-but...!"
"Fuck! Are you deaf?"
In spite of her best attempts at trying to reach out to him, he only pushed her away, turning colder and colder with each of her visits. He soon became an embodiment of hatred. A ball of darkness that seemed to be constantly on the verge of explosion.
After that, she rarely ever talked to him.
Like a shadow, she would watch him from the sidelines.
She would watch as he slowly descended deeper and deeper into the madness. Watched as he started bullying the servants and Leon.
