12

Along the main road, as the hot sun began to burn the skin. The young man who had lost his presence for a few days was seen. Now, back on the prowl.

Kean strolled casually, ignoring the stares of the people around him—the same coincidence seemed to be walking along the sidewalk, it was with another purpose. His black beady eyes, on closer inspection, became more and more vacant.

"If only what has been happening, was an illusion. Surely, my life would not be like this."

Unfortunately, everything that happened in his life was sad and very hard. It was real, if only someone could build a time machine. Maybe Kean would have prevented that from happening, so that he wouldn't really be alive.

His footsteps were halted when a black car pulled up to the curb—very close to him. Kean just frowned, not knowing who they were, there seemed to be two more people. It was still inside the car, the only ones who came out were two old men. If you look at them, they should always stay at home—enjoying t