POV: Otto Moorland

I stood on the edge of the cliff at dawn, watching the sun rise over territory I'd almost destroyed.

The mandatory therapy had started three days ago. Dr. Morrison was patient and professional, helping me work through the manipulation and trauma. But every session just highlighted how much damage I'd caused. How many people I'd hurt. How close I'd come to killing someone I loved.

"The guilt will fade with time," Dr. Morrison had said during our last session. "You were a ...