—The torrents of rain doused you from head to toe, as you stood there, facing Ezekiel, your words laced through clenched teeth. Rainwater dripped down your face, making it hard to see through your hazy eyes.

“You killed my mother...didn't you?" You shouted, your words cutting through the sound of the pouring storm.

He stared back at you, his expression neutral, unmoved by your accusation.

"I did what had to be done." He merely stated, his tone lacking any hint of remorse.