Crimson Threads of Revenge
My baby sister, my entire world, was gone. Brutally taken. They say revenge burns those around you, but I didn't care. The fire is lit, fueled by crimson threads of pain and loss. I will find who did this, and they will pay. This is not just a story, it's a reckoning.
The biting wind whipped snow against my face, mirroring the storm inside me. His grip was like iron, and I strained against it, the sounds of a desperate fight raging around me. Tears froze on my cheeks, each one a testament to how I'd failed. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Revenge was meant to bring peace, not this chaos, this pain.
One year ago, they were gone. My parents, dead, leaving me with the business and my baby sister. The ache of their absence was a constant companion, a hollow space where love and warmth used to be. Elena, my world, my responsibility. I watched her smile, a fragile thing I vowed to protect. We were getting ready for a business dinner, a mundane event that would shatter everything.
