"Please, please, please... Don't die! Miles!"
Miles had a bright light in his eyes, something that had been missing for the past few years.
Alexei wasn't unaware of Miles' family's situation. A drunken father and a sick mother. A classic case of a neglected child.
The young master had always assumed he was taking good care of Miles.
But some scars just never heal.
"Alexei, follow that voice, and be a good person..." crimson gurgled out of Miles's mouth, muffling the rest of his words.
That night, Alexei had lost one of his precious friends.
It also marked the time when Alexei started to let go of his restraints, letting his morbid thoughts consume him.
His past memories suddenly merged with the possessed Nikolai.
"You said we are friends, right? You can't let your friend die again. Please, Lyosha, save me."
Those were the words the vengeful spirit uttered when Elijah was trying to get rid of it.
Alexei had an urge to smack Niko right then and there.
