Zion sat enveloped in a thick haze of confusion and turmoil, grappling intensely with the tumultuous, conflicting emotions swarming violently within the confines of his mind. It felt as if an unforgiving storm, a chaotic tempest, were churning endlessly inside him, clouding his judgment and complicating his perception of reality. “Calm down, Zion, you love her, not just like her,” Alfred had remarked the night before, each word echoing ominously within the recesses of his thoughts, reverberating like a haunting melody that wrapped around his consciousness, refusing to fade away. These words lingered in the surrounding air, each utterance underscoring the profound complexity of his situation and amplifying his internal struggle. Why was he feeling this way? He had Angel by his side, a stead
