Chapter 67: The Broken Crown
Jackson entered the abandoned building quietly.
Ethan, breathing heavily as he now pressed a razor blade against the back of his own neck. The floor below him was dotted with fresh drops of blood.
He looked wild. Like something that used to be a human but lost the instruction manual.
"You should stop," Jackson mumbled carefully.
Ethan let out a soft laugh. The razor slipped again and more blood ran down his spine. He didn't even react to the pain. He turned his head and hair fell in his eyes.
"You are back," Ethan whispered. "Did he cry when he saw what I became"
Jackson walked closer but kept distance between them. "Your father is planning something worse."
Ethan finally paused. He lifted his head and stared at Jackson with eyes that looked too bright to belong to a sane person. His smile was slow and unnatural.
"Of course he is," Ethan said. "That old man dreams of death like normal people dream of love."
