I stare down at the woman beneath me. Her luminous, almost opalescent skin, now faded to a hollow grey. Her hair fans around her like the halo of a fallen angel. Her once vibrant eyes, now vacant, haunting. The glistening tears that cascade down her cheeks, seem to possess one burning question.

_Why_?

I have taken what isn’t mine. I am a liar, a thief, a tyrant.

For each tremulous, frenzied ki...