He was trapped in the remnants of a shattered family, surrounded by wolves—both figurative and real. Everyone seemed to be against him. Poison coursed through his veins, and curses clung to him like a second skin. It was as if the universe had decided to bless him with every misfortune imaginable. No money, no strength, no allies. How could he possibly rise from this pit of despair? The worst part? His reputation was in tatters. Branded as a debauchee, no one took him seriously. He was the object of ridicule, a man with no respect, no future. Even his own sister, the one person who should have stood by him, turned her back. He was utterly alone. What did he have? Nothing. he was lying in his death bed; [Poison has been nullified] Release: 2K/Day