The Man in the Mirror

The world Tyrone knew and was familiar with all his life, had collapsed into a pile of shambles and suffocating nightmare. He was a prisoner in his own body, a puppet attached to several strings, continuously dancing to the brutal rhythm of the masked men command.

The masked men had shown enough coldness that if given the authority could wipe out humanity without blinking. They had given him an ultimatum to give up the company or face the worst he could ever imagine. The choice was a cruel irony, an expensive joke played on a man’s intellectual who had just found his rightful place in the world, a man who just lost everything but saw a way out of all the disdain, a man who just got an inheritance that would last for generations to come.

Tyrone’s mind wasn’t stable, the usual rush and traffic of thoughts and emotions filled his soul once again. The company was his inheritance, the only and tangible link to the family he never knew, neither grow up with. Yet, the suffering and pain of