Krel stared at the photo. It was one of the only things he had left of his late wife. Arianni… Her name was a distant memory now. A human name. One that used to send shivers down his spine.

Now, it just made him sad. He held the Polaroid in his upper two hands, his lower pair wrapped around his waist, hugging himself. God… they were so young.

“Ay, my love…” he murmured. “If only you could see our child now…”