Unfinished Business

Previously

…He sank onto the edge of his bed, the springs groaning beneath his weight. The city outside continued its nocturnal rhythm, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him. He closed his eyes, the fractured reflection of himself still vivid behind his eyelids. The question wasn't just whether he would be caught, or if he would escape. The question was, who would he be when the dust settled? Would he succumb entirely to the darkness, or would he find a way to reclaim the shattered pieces of himself? The answer, like the man in the mirror, remained elusive, a mystery shrouded in the deepening shadows of the night.