Chapter 17: THE OMEN

"Hey man, you can't sleep out here. The weather in Bologna is getting colder and colder, if you don't sleep here, you'll get sick."

The soft voice of a young girl resounded in Watson's head, he sat up wearily. Since he hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep these past few nights, he feels like he's become homeless. Watson looked up at the sky dejectedly, the sky was still blue, but his heart was aching. He remembered the day he had an argument with his father, Mr. Henry, he ran out of the house and drank a lot of alcohol to relieve his grief. Watson's nature is not bad but he is too straightforward if not too hot-tempered, what he wants to do, no one can stop him, even his father.

Watson felt as if his head were being hit by a few hammers, perhaps it was the alcohol that made him feel like he was completely empty. Watson put his hand on his forehead, he tried to open his eyes wide to know where he was, but in front of him was a girl, a girl with jet-black eyes and shoulder-lengt