POV: Roman
It's all gone.
Everything.
How?
Why?
Where had everything gone wrong? Everything was perfect, and then...
It wasn't.
Nothing would ever be the same. Thomas has no anxiety, no morality, no logic, only creativity, evil, and deceit.
I stared at Virgil, a dead Virgil, lying in a hospital bed. The constant beeping of the heart monitor was now one long beep. This shouldn't have happened. This wasn't supposed to happen. Everything was supposed to be happy and good and perfect and... But this was what happened instead. Thomas had been turned into a murderer.
I heard footsteps from behind me. I turned around to see someone dressed in knight's armor. The person removed their helmet and I gasped. A woman with long, dark brown hair and a snake tattoo or... birth mark on the side of her face.
"Who are you," I asked.
"My name..." she paused.
"My name is Valerie Deceitt."
The End