Lloyd stood in the dimly lit alleyway, gripping the edge of his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The call had ended minutes ago, yet Logan’s final words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody."Three days, Simon. If you don’t find us by then… Jacob dies"A chill settled over him.Lloyd had always known that violence was a currency in their world, but even as the Dragon Duke, he had a reputation of never leaving his men behind, much less his childhood friend, whom he had sworn to protect.So he wasn’t about to let Logan make a spectacle of him.Beside him, Ivan leaned against a brick wall, arms crossed. He had been watching his boss carefully ever since the call ended. His boss had gone completely silent, something Ivan had rarely seen before.“You’re actually worried,” Ivan noted, his voice low, almost cautious.Lloyd’s jaw tensed."Of course, I’m worried" he muttered."I've never... The entire sequence of events since last night has been wrong, I have to make it

Morty swirled the amber liquid in his glass, staring at the way the light from the dingy bar flickered against the alcoholIt was almost hypnotic.Or maybe it was just the exhaustion settling into his bones.He had been drinking since yesterday...Or was it the day before...?It didn’t matter.Nothing mattered anymore.He took another sip, wincing as the whiskey burned down his throat.For the first time in his life, he felt truly empty.Not angry, not frustrated.Just… hollowHe reached up to touch the bandage on his forehead, feeling the sting from where the glass had cut him.His father’s parting gift.The memory played out in his mind, clearer than anything else he could focus on.---“Do you even understand what you've done?!”Larry Flanagan’s voice had thundered through his office, rattling the very walls.Causing the entire station to fall silent.The moment Morty stepped inside, he could tell this wouldn’t be like his father’s usual reprimands.This was something much, much wo