A man alone. A man so broken that if you were to come too close you would be cut by the jagged edges of his shattered soul.

This was a man who had lived a life of love, family, and great wealth. But now he stands alone in the darkness. A dark night filled with unease and foreboding. All that he once had in his life, all of the good, the blessings, even the smallest things that once brought him joy, those things are gone.

The only possession he now holds in his hand is a gun. A shotgun. It is the answer to his angst. The pain of addiction will end. Everything will end. He lifts the gun to his face. The stillness of the night ignites with the deafening sound of lost hope.