Darkness shrouds him, cradles, and shelters him. Gale knows nothing if not the shadows that linger at his back, his heels, and in the wake of his footsteps. He is a volatile man, a dangerous man, and a man who should have never been given a second chance, and yet, here he is. He is twisted and shaped from the fractured shards of his trauma—a violent gang he ran with, the kamaic retribution of an illness shaped in the hands of death, and a woman as soft as light cradled in the darkness of his heart until even she, too, had been snuffed out. He is emotional, but emotionless—a contradiction hanging by the thread of his own sanity. Distant is the way he likes it, and he is sure to keep it that way. For his own sake, as well as the safety of others.