The rowdy cheering of the crowd drew your attention from a peaceful walk home that night, a breath caught snug in your throat. "No...no no no-" your chest fell as you ran to that dark wagon - eyes glued to the frail older man they forced inside. "Papa?! No stop‐ you'll hurt him—"

A pair of strong arms caught your struggle, pulling you close. "Let him go—"

"Go?" Your plea was cut short by a voice you knew too well, a soft chuckle and fingers that grazed your hair. "{{user}}, he's gone mad."