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V I - 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲

IN THE COLD EMBRACE, Y/N found himself adrift in a sea of grief, his world crumbling around him. The chaotic ear cutting symphony of sirens, the urgent voices of police officers coordinating the scene, and the subdued murmur of the gathered crowd faded into a distant echo.

His knees were on the ground, too weak to push himself to a strength to get himself up as his eyes laid bare upon the two body bags on the ground. Y/N's gaze was fixed, unseeing yet piercing, as if he was trying to will the zippers open, to reverse the irreversible, to fill the void that had been so violently carved into his existence.

Behind him, the world moved on in a blur of activity. Paramedics rushed by, their efforts focused on the living, while police officers secured the area, their notepads and cameras documenting the aftermath of tragedy.

A journalist stands before a camera, glancing down at her notes before looking squarely into the camera.

"Just behind me, in the early hours of today, a scene unfolded as two individuals, a mother and her son, were found deceased under circumstances that police are currently investigating as more than just incident, but foul play. The identities of the victims have been confirmed, but out of respect for the family, we are withholding their names until further notice."

Among the chaos that ensued, Felicia stood, recounting the event to officers questioning her, serving as a reluctant yet strong voice for Y/N.

As Felicia spoke, her gaze would occasionally drift to Y/N, her concern palpable. She wanted to reach out, to pull him from the depths of his despair, but the invisible barrier of his grief kept her at bay.

She understood.

Perhaps better than anyone.

She understood that some wounds were too fresh and too raw to be touched.

". . . This latest tragedy comes just days after the city was shaken by the discovery of Commissioner David Stent's body in the Hudson River. A case that has sent shockwaves through the community and raised alarms at the highest levels of our city's governance. Especially after just recently as well, another missing persons case was recorded amidst the Commissioner's trial. Questions are being raised about the safety of our citizens and the possible connections between these incidents. Authorities have yet to comment on any links between the deaths, but the coincidental timing has sparked widespread speculation and concern."

Every so often, a shiver courses through Y/N. Not from the chill of the early dawn air but from the cold grip of realization that the future he once envisioned has been irrevocably altered. Yet, they find no purchase in the reality that confines him.

He was lost.

Lost in a rage simmering beneath the surface of visible grief, confusion, and a burgeoning sense of purposelessness. 

And then, a beat.

(A/N: We on that batman pack today)

The scene shifts to the day of the funeral, a setting dawned gray and overcast. The air was heavy, laden with a sorrow that blanketed the small gathering of mourners like a tangible shroud.