SIGNAL FOR REVENGE

chapter 1

In a blaze of fury, Lingcon stormed through the doorway, leaving it to rebound and echo his tumultuous exit. His lungs tightened, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest as he navigated towards the secluded nook and then back to the drink table. The events unfolding around him were unfathomable, each moment etching deeper into the recesses of his consciousness. With a glass and a bottle of whisky in hand, he strode back to the nook, shedding his jacket and tossing it carelessly over the walnut chair beside him. As he sank into the couch, his eyes misted over, and the pallor of his face mirrored the haunting memory of his recently gallows-bound wife. Lingcon's grip tightened on the glass as he took a sip, contemplating the inconceivable void left by her death.

The thought of seeking solace in a medic's office crossed his mind, but the magnitude of his wife's demise held him captive, entwined in a web of despair that seemed inescapable. The weight of grief bore down on him so heavily that, in a moment of despair, he contemplated a fate as dire as the one that befell his wife—a contemplation that whispered of self-inflicted release.
As Lingcon bent to place the glass down, his gaze caught an innocuous thread lying helplessly before him. Intrigued, he absentmindedly tugged at it, unaware that the delicate fabric of his shirt unraveled with each pull. His mind, wrestling with grief and confusion, suddenly drifted, and he succumbed to the fatigue, settling into a semi-conscious stupor on the couch. In this hazy state, a peculiar scent wafted from an ethereal creature in his daydream, rousing him briefly, though he dismissed it with a weary indifference.

Little did Lingcon know that this seemingly insignificant thread would unravel more than just the fabric of his shirt—it would pull him into a labyrinth of mysteries, where the scent in his dreams held the key to secrets waiting to be unveiled. As the unraveling began, the suspense thickened, setting the stage for a journey that would lead Lingcon to confront the shadows of his wife's demise and plunge him into a world where reality and the ethereal danced on the precipice of the unknown.