He was a towering figure, yet at that moment, he appeared fragile.

A man walked by, clapping a comforting hand on Tyrone's shoulder. “Bro, it's okay. You will have another baby."

Tyrone shut his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, they were bloodshot.

Wordlessly, he turned and drove his fist into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly reddened and swelled.

But he didn't stop. Again, he struck the wall, and again...