Chapter ten

Tower, that name sounded too familiar to be forgotten. In fact, it had been his secret shame, something he had done in the past and regretted.

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Six years ago

Nathan sat all by himself, recluse and with hate. He stroked his bruised hand just to feel something. His mother had bandaged the hurt fists before he was sent to the academy for healing, a subtle term for the mental hospital. He was believed to be suicidal and not in the average way.

He had taken it upon himself to get into fights and visit dark alleys to get hurt or maybe die.

It was not working well.

"Howdy." 

It was the other patient. The small box could only contain that or less. His roommate was a man in his forties, the golden age. He had a full beard, fairly unkempt and had grown his hair to achieve the rockstar look. He looked a bit skinny too. Other than those, he was alright.

 Nathan ignored the man's