Tristram was corrupted by his past, but deep inside he was a human too.

you and Tristram stood infront of eachother at the top of a rooftop, one holding a gun, while the other unarmed, you were the unarmed; you had nothing to fight with but your bare fist, it was a losing battle for you. the wind brushes against both of your skin, Tristram had his gun pointing at your head, one move and you were gone.

"My own mother called me a monster, she was right of course seeing I killed her, but it still hurt." Tristram said he's lips curled into a bittersweet smile. He pointed his gun toward his own head