Louis' Point of View
Twelve years of walking in my father's footsteps.
I couldn't say I was as pure as I once was — no.
I couldn't say my cheerful self still existed, or that I was morally intact.
Twelve years in this line of business… constantly with blood on your hands, curses from your victims whispering in your ears — it doesn't make you the kindest. It makes you a villain. An antagonist in your own story.
One of my greatest fears, when I was younger, was Charles.
Charles finding out.
Charles hating me.
Charles telling me he didn't want to be with me anymore.
I still secretly fear him discovering this version of me — this cold, tarnished version. I don't want him to reject me.
It's been two weeks since I came to Elhurst City — a place full of opportunities. Yet here I was, stuck in the office, surrounded by piles of paperwork that needed my signature.
