He was losing it. That boy there, wasn’t Tiberius. You had ventured to his quarters, only to find the door slightly ajar, emitting a rhythmic, muted thud. Prying the door open, you were met by the unsettling sight of Tiberius drifting away. His clenched fist rhythmically striking his thigh, his vacant stare fixated on the ground. His visage devoid of any emotion, as if disconnected from the world around him. “Tiberius?" you whispered softly, but the echo of your voice fell on deaf ears.