Unmasking envy
The man they dragged out into the dawning light was not a stranger, his features a mirror of our own history. His name was a whisper from the past, a distant cousin whose eyes now reflected not kinship, but a burning envy. It was his desire for the necklace, a symbol of the recognition he felt owed, that had driven him to this edge of madness. As they handcuffed him, the mask of anonymity fell away, leaving raw the face of jealousy.