In a residential area.
Fiona Nicholas had just finished feeding her child and had carefully covered the child with a blanket after lulling him to sleep.
She glanced at the time and turned on the television, preparing to watch the weather forecast for a while.
As Fiona entered the kitchen to wash dishes, the television in the living room broadcasted news of Dylan Wright's execution that day.
"Snap—"
The dish slipped from her hand, accompanied by a crisp sound, and shattered into pieces on the floor, the fragments radiating a faint, dark glow.
Fiona hurriedly crouched down to pick up the shards, but they were too sharp and cut her finger, blood quickly seeping out from the fresh wound.
"..."
Tears streamed down from Fiona's eyes as if she didn't feel the pain, rhythmically dripping onto the floor.
"Dylan... Dylan Wright..."
She murmured his name over and over, her body weakly collapsing onto the floor as if all her strength had been drained in that instant.
"..."
