The House of Ash and Guilt
His movements were so gentle, so tender, like he was handling something priceless.
In the candlelight, his profile looked gentle. There was even a sad little smile on his lips.
"Matthew, my sweet boy. Soon, it'll be New Year's again. Don't you worry—that cursed wretch who brought you harm, I've made him pay. He's in the filthiest place, living the lowest life, suffering for you day and night."
His voice was light, almost like he was humming a lullaby. But the words cut deeper than any blade.