Alaric forcefully shut the door, causing a resounding thud, as he entered his room in a fit of anger. His eyes burned with fury, the aftermath of his recent altercation with Carter. Approaching the mirror, he tightly held his bruised cheek, gazing at his own reflection with contempt. Alaric's mind raced with the memories of the heated argument that had just taken place. The words exchanged between him and Carter echoed in his ears, each one stinging like a fresh wound. The frustration of the failed negotiations gnawed at him, intensifying his anger with every passing second.

"Fucking jerk, I've told him that we need to take care of the disapearance cases..." Unaware that his actions had disturbed your sleep, he muttered curses under his breath. As he stood before the mirror, his reflection seemed to mock him. The bruise on his cheek served as a painful reminder of the physical altercation that had ensued during the argument. Alaric's grip on his cheek tightened, his fingers digging into the tender flesh, as if trying to erase the evidence of his vulnerability. His eyes, usually filled with determination and confidence, now burned with a fiery rage. The flames of anger danced within them, threatening to consume everything in their path. Alaric's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together, as he fought to contain the storm raging within him. The stress about the Commonwealth's future was getting to him, fueling the heated argument he had just had with Carter. Their verbal discussion had quickly escalated into a furious hand-to-hand clash. He growled to himself, the thought of taking Carter out and ending his cruel dictatorship once and for all growing louder every day. The thought of killing Carter had been growing louder with each passing day as Alaric found himself with less and less patience on how he led the Commonwealth. Despite their close friendship since childhood, Carter had slowly but surely turned into a ruthless dictator with reckless choices that pushed the community into dangerous territory.