Alpha Tristan's POV
It was another year of this. Another year of staring at myself in the mirror, and feeling no emotions whatsoever in the situation. I had on my three-piece black suit, a gold wristwatch around my left wrist, and my eyes devoured of any emotion. I tried my best to act like for a moment I cared about whom we were about to mourn, but I knew I could not fool anyone.
I was not interested in it. This was not supposed to happen, but Councilman Ambrose was invested in this. I knew he wanted to torment me. He wanted me to regret my actions years ago. I did, but not for what he wanted me to be regretful of. I could never be regretful of taking out a nuisance. I have humored him for years.
I accepted to do it. I could say maybe I was trying to find a way to feel something for h
