Synopsis

The stale air hit him like a physical blow. He’d returned from the late-night gathering to find his home violated, a scene of brutal disarray. Furniture overturned, drawers pulled out and emptied, and a chilling crimson stain marred the floorboards – blood. A wave of nausea washed over him as he surveyed the damage. In the dim light, a figure stirred. An elderly man, gaunt and with eyes that seemed to hold a distant sorrow, sat amidst the wreckage. He was a tramp, his clothes threadbare, his