Chapter Thirty Six
The streets of the human territory were alive with the frantic hum of rush hour, the sound of car horns and bustling crowds creating a vibrant symphony of urban life. But inside Liam's home, the air was stagnant, heavy with the suffocating silence of a tomb. The once-stately residence of the Mayor had become a hollow shell, much like the man currently slumped on the velvet sofa.
Liam sat in the dim light of the living room, a half-empty bottle of expensive wine dangling from one hand while the other clutched a crumpled photograph of his daughter, Stephanie. He looked at her bright, frozen smile until his vision blurred. Hot, bitter tears traced tracks through the grime on his face. He tilted the bottle back, gulping the liquid until he choked. A violent spasm seized his chest, and he leaned forward, vomiting onto the expensive fabric of the couch. He didn't even flinch. He simply stared at the mess with the glazed eyes of a man who had already lost his soul.
