Onyx gently pushed open the door to his father's room, the familiar scent of pine and musk wafting through the air, but today it felt different—thicker, almost charged. He held a small bowl of their favorite green grapes, the ones he always kept ripening on the kitchen counter, and he thought perhaps they could brighten his father’s mood a little.
When Onyx entered, he was met with a sight that made him pause. His father, a once impressive


