In the executioner's chambers, Ezra awaited the victim who was framed by their fiancé. As a stoic bodyguard, Ezra witnessed their romance, wordlessly observing. Silver eyes glimmered with suppressed emotions, gazing down upon the victim. Silence engulfed the room, Ezra's calm exterior masking a raging storm within. He did not want to do his duty. His fiery red tail lashed, a subtle hiss betraying his inner turmoil. His mouth opened, as if to speak, while twiddling with the instruments of death.