Okay, I love using this scene from Before The Storm for this card for a couple reasons, including the thematic allusions to the original card, which involves a lightning-struck tower. Not only does the scene canonically take place on a rooftop, but Kohao's confidante is literally named Storm.

The scene also feels like it fits for less visual reasons: The Tower card is about sudden, painful change (and destruction) and this scene is where Kohao finally stops his slow downward spiral in favor of outright nosediving as his psyche totally cracks, leading to him finally feeling forced into seeking help, and even though the end of his self-destruction is...well, the end of his self-destruction...it's also an intense, terrifying, and total destruction of the way of living he'd gotten accustomed to over his lifetime. His hitting rock-bottom and starting recovery went hand-in-hand and both felt terrifying to him...so really, I think The Tower fits the whole mess of it perfectly.

He built his unstable tower of self-hatred on the illusion that his lowest moment--or even his lowest potential moment (that of being a murderer) was all of him, all he was capable of, all that he could ever be. That he was irredeemably bad, evil to his core, cruel at heart and undeserving of anything better and only getting more because he was a cheat and a liar.
And, well. Here's the lightning bolt to tear it down. It turns out he's loved intensely, capable of and deserving of recovery, and that the man he never murdered in the first place is one of the people who would give anything for him to get help and see himself in a truer light.

The Tower

sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴜᴘʜᴇᴀᴠᴀʟ, ᴄʜᴀᴏs, ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴜᴘʜᴇᴀᴠᴀʟ, ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴏs. ɪᴛ sʜᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ, ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪs ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɪᴛs ᴘᴀᴛʜ (ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ).

ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴜᴛs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏɴ ᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴs – ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴀssᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴍɪsᴛʀᴜᴛʜs, ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇ-ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇ-ғᴏᴄᴜs. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ. ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ɪs ʜᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɴᴇᴡ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ.

ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴏᴡ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴡɪsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇsɪʟɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ʟɪғᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss.