"Does mercy exist for the wicked?"
The question lingered in my mind as I stood near the hospital bed, staring at the frail man teetering on the brink of death. Tubes and machines clung to him like desperate lifelines, their beeping the only sound breaking the heavy silence.
A translucent screen lingered above his head.
{Human: Carlos David
Mayor of City B and a father.
Liar and Greedy}
A young girl, barely ten, clung to her mother's side, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears. "When will Dad get better, Mom?"
Her mother forced a smile, her trembling hand brushing through her daughter's hair. "Soon, sweetheart. He'll… he'll be at peace."
The lie settled heavily in the room. I wanted to offer comfort, but my attention shifted to the figure beside me.
"Lalaine, the oil," Father Ben said, his voice steady but low.
