Is this it? The beginning of the end. Death stalks dumb men. The Reaper is patient, and is willing to play the long game in order to collect his final reward. Am I a dumb man? Nothing more than a fool, happily strolling towards his own demise. Nicolo Rastelli—my little brother, all grown up—walks beside me, his smile wide and dancing. Too pretty for his own damn good. When the fuck did he grow up? What the hell is wrong with me that I’m noticing him in ways one brother should never notice another? His fingers are laced with mine,…