The Tragedy of Titus Drautos

Titus lay there on the floor of his dark and empty apartment. The only sound that filled the air was his own breathing and the sound of a distant clock ticking away. A constant reminder of every second he has ever wasted and of every minute he will continue to waste. That's all his life is, after all, a waste. Everything that Titus has accomplished only leaves a trail of failure in its wake.