Creaking noises bounce off the room's mighty walls as the door slams shut behind Oliver. He steps into his bedroom, wearing his pyjamas. As he halts under the unlit chandelier, Oliver takes a moment to inhale deeply, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

     Oliver immediately heads to his desk and takes his seat. As he looks around, he feels a throbbing weight settling on his back. Countless letters greet Oliver, covering nearly every surface.

     Left with no choice, Oliver sighs and rests his eyes. Oliver then reaches out and picks a letter from the chaotic pile. He slowly tears open the envelope and begins reading its contents.

"Dear Oliver Podeshire, why are you involved with the son of the man who murdered your family? With countless men in the world, you've chosen someone connected to your family's killer?" Oliver read aloud. He closed his eyes momentarily and threw the letter into the trash bin on the left side of his desk. Oliver then grabbed another mail and began reading. "I don't mean to judge, but why persist with Hidesine as your lover? He is not a suitable match for you. There are plenty of other men to choose from, but not him..."

     Oliver scoffs as he finishes reading the letter. While clenching his teeth, he crumbles the mail and tosses it into the trash bin. Then, he continues, taking another letter to read.

"You mustn't remain with the man you are currently seeing. Have you not considered the possibility that he might possess a twisted mind like his father, the very man responsible for the assassination of your entire family? Take this matter with the utmost care," Oliver read, his voice gradually growing shakier with each passing second.

     Oliver's hand rose to his lips, covering his mouth. Oliver screwed his eyes shut as he puffed out a long, heavy sigh, trying to release the pent-up anger and sadness inside him. However, the weight of sorrow overwhelmed him, causing his eyes to feel heavy with tears.

"No!" Oliver groaned as his emotions spilt over his head. Before he could yell, he pressed his lips together, locking his mouth. Then, he suppressed and swallowed his frustration, repeating softly. "No, no, no..."

     Oliver's breath hastens, trying to steady his breathing. With each inhale and exhale, his agitation subsides. As he regains his calmness, he throws the letter into the trash. Oliver then takes another mail, swiftly tearing open its envelope.

"The man you are with is the son of the criminal accountable for inflicting immeasurable agonies upon you in your earlier years," Oliver read aloud. He then closed his eyes, speaking to himself as he crumbled the letter between his hands. "...Though Gregory may indeed be the son of the very man who extinguished my family's lives... he was also the one who rescued me from his father's clutches. If only you, people, possessed knowledge of my true and intricate tale, you would not be so quick to pass judgment upon the presence of my beloved..."

     Consumed by a fit of rage, Oliver tore the letter in half. Without hesitation, he cast the torn pieces into the awaiting trash bin before swiftly reaching for another piece of mail. As he unfolded it, his voice trembled, yet he pressed on, reading the words inscribed on the page.

"Dear Molly-ver," Oliver read. He then let out a scoff, unable to contain his reaction. Sighing, he ventured. "...Cease your involvement with Gregory Hidesine, for he is the son of the man responsible for the devastating assassination of your family. This act plunged you into a prolonged fifteen years of torment under the guardianship of your first adoptive parents, the Fuers, as I discovered from a detailed article chronicling your story..."

     Oliver's heartbeat reverberated within his chest, each pulse feeling like a sharp, painful stab. His jaw shivered as he fought to conceal the heavy tears in his eyes. A tumultuous blend of frustration and sadness flooded Oliver's mind, creating a chaotic storm.

     The tension in Oliver's fingertips grew. His senses tingled, feeling electric sparks rushing across his skin. Grunting, he rose swiftly from his seat and stomped his foot.

     Oliver crumples the letter into a tight ball. Yelling, he hurls it at the window, hitting the glass. Returning to his seat, he slumps down, laying his head on the desk with his gaze locked on the window.

     Suddenly, Oliver hears ticking sounds on the glass. He peers through the window, seeing the starless night sky sending down its heavenly waters to the land. Oliver stands up and approaches the window, then gazes at the space.