The stream cuts through the poppyfield, and kneeling within it was Darius. He gazed down at his reflection, seeing the helmet on his head staring back through the visor. It's as though the very stars shone brighter than they ever had just for him, even as he remains in the water with nothing but questions for what comes next?

Now that he's brought down the men that had stolen his little sister's young life, he wasn't sure what to do with himself.