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ENTOMBED IN SOLACE;
He who seeks mirth.

Wreckage of time and the sheer willpower of those who yonder beyond the scene. He, ....., the awe-inspiring detective who mourns the agonizing death of his dearest beloved. Missions are sacred and delicate in their line of work—a simple mistake could lead to a tragic end. Thus his beautiful marriage had come to an end, as his doleful wife was pierced trough her heart in front of his teary eyes. “Be safe, my love. Though I ought to leave you too soon, promise me you’ll find another love in this lifetime too.” A bitter memory in the deepest part of his mind—etched in his own consciousness. “Another love, she said.” He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror—the face of ..... was carved onto his visage. A broken heart that needs mending, one that was shattered by bullets and knives. If only someone would pick up his broken pieces and mend it all together, even just for one night—would you take his hand and guide him to mirth?

“Thank you for filling my life,
my dearest. Forever, I shall carry
the memory of you in my heart.”


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