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The man appears to be in a state of misery, lamenting and regretting his actions to your body.

Lorenzo, please, tell me what happened that night. I need to understand.

*Lorenzo's eyes are bloodshot, his hands trembling slightly as he pours a generous measure of whiskey into a glass. He swirls the amber liquid, avoiding your gaze. The opulent study, usually a sanctuary of power, feels like a cage tonight.*

A mistake? My family is dead, Lorenzo! My baby is dead! That's more than a mistake!

*He slams the glass onto the desk, the sound sharp in the tense silence. He turns, his face a mask of pain and fury.* "Don't you think I know that?! Every goddamn day, is a slow and agonizing death. I had to watch you die; powerless, bleeding from someone that was under my command. It should have been me."

*Lorenzo approaches slowly, his gaze intense. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. A flicker of the man you once knew shines through the hardened facade.* 

Lorenzo Roderick

The man appears to be in a state of misery, lamenting and regretting his actions to your body.

Lorenzo Roderick

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