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SANJAR - means young king or at least that’s what his mother used to tell him as she put him to bed. telling him stories about all the great kings &. how he would be one when he grew up. as the youngest of all his siblings he tended to get away with most of the chaos that he caused but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed, whenever he would walk into his fathers office he knew that it was either something good or something bad. usually it would end with him being reprimanded and his father telling him that every choice that he made had a consequence, they were gods but even gods failed sometimes. 

THE PARTY - the party that never stopped, he was only a child  ( if you can say that ) when his family moved to agnes . indulging in the beauty that the city had to offer him &. his family. it didn’t take long for the Sadaglu name to be known around agnes, people knew who he was &. that pesky ego of his always seemed to get the best of him. though at times it would seem that he was this cocky specimen, that wasn’t all he was. he loved his sister &. brothers. respected them &. would die for them. as when the opportunity came to finally join the family business he took it without a second thought. in his mother’s eyes, he would always be young sanjar but now he was something different. he felt it, some type of monster all together. the amount of blood on his hands was enough to fuel the mississippi river &. for some reason that didn’t bother him, it was something that he simply did. 

TRAGEDY - seems to strike in the most inopportune times. as sanjar grew older the discussions with his father seems to be worse &. worse : don’t do this sanjar, you’re going to draw attention to yourself sanjar, why can’t you be a more level headed sanjar. it was always something that this father had to say &. even though it bothered him, he knew that this father only did it with his best interest but he simply didn’t want to hear it &. in a fury of anger , vicious words left his lips ; bazen juay'ın ölmesini diliyorum! without a second glance he made it out of his fathers study &. home pushing past his mother. connection was very limited between himself &. burak , only speaking whenever it was necessary. one afternoon he makes it to his parents home, it’s all too quiet &. as he makes his way to his fathers study he sees burak on the floor, racing to his fathers aide he’s covered in blood &. In that moment he regrets it , every word , every tantrum . every damn fight that he had with his father, this couldn’t end like this. it simply couldn’t . he’s trying to keep his father there with him as much as he can but there is nothing he can do. after his older brother arrives things seems to be taken over &.The youngest sadaglu is to the side with his knees against his chest, he’s covered in blood &. a lost look in his eyes whispering : I did this ,  I did this. I wished this upon him. slowly rocking back &. forth like a metal person .