Everything went to hell that day.

That fateful yet tragic day. My vision blurs, as I lay there watching as everything crumble. Footsteps and voices mix into each other. It's hard to discern what's happening.

I touch my head feeling liquid flow out. Blood. My name never more than a simple whisper. I'll be forgotten I'm sure.

More gunshots rang through the mansion halls. Men laughed. His men. My father's rivals's men.

Cruel, bitter laughter rang true instead of ours. Soft and yet loud. None of this would be mine again. Or will it?

Only time could tell. I see his footsteps coming toward me like he cared. No he doesn't. The Cruz's don't care if there is blood spilling this entire house.

And then they call his name. "Ethan! Vamonos!"

I'll find you all. And get my revenge soon enough. But I won't know then that our paths would cross and it made things easier.