Damien didn't have a hard time finding Charles. He saw Charles trying to help an old woman bear her burden. Watching him do that alone spread a deep smile in Damien's face. He waited for Charles to be done. Immediately, Charles was done, and Charles turned to walk away. But then he noticed a man standing not far away from where he was. "It's you! Kevin. It's you."He was excited as he hurried to meet Damien. "Who is that?"Damien asked as though he was just getting there. Charles looked in the direction,"Oh, she lives not far from my place."Looking back at Damien,"Do you wanna go to my place? You should come and see. I have some things I could offer you."Damien could turn the offer down, but because of how kindly Charles smiled and seemed. He nodded. "Very well then, what's the dignity in saying no?"Charles led the way,"What are you doing in my neighbourhood, though? Or do you live around here? That would be strange because I've never seen you around."Charles said. Damien c

"Arrggh! Why did I do that?"Charles stopped walking. He was dragging his feet towards his bungalow. "Why him of all the people? He was a very nice person to me. He didn't deserve that."He dropped the shopping bags at the door. "I'm such a cruel person. I don't deserve to see the light of the day."He started to hit himself in the face and on the head whenever his hands were deemed fit. "You shouldn't do that to yourself."A loud but strained voice came from behind him. He turned. It was the old woman whom he had helped earlier. "You shouldn't hurt yourself. That's the last thing that should cross your mind. No matter what the situation is, you shouldn't."The woman advised. Charles pushed his body forward in a low bow. He said no words. He walked into the living room and slowly shut the door. He walked straight to the chair. He sat on the side that the foam was a little much. He leaned back into the chair and sighed. Pushing his body back up, his gaze fell on the shopping bags

Charled clutched his hands to his mouth as he watched with mouth agape. A tear rolled down him eyes, and his face turned red. He sniffled, and another tear dropped. Damien got to him not long after and halted beside him. He was about to ask Charles a question when he looked past him to the front. He gasped in disbelief. There was a ruin of wood and planks in front of them. What used to be the bungalow of Charles was now in ruins. "Did he do this?"Damien asked, looking away from the ruins. His jaws tightened. For some reason, which he still couldn't explain, he felt really responsible to this lad called Charles. The feeling was strong even though he couldn't explain why. Charles was not saying anything. He just kept staring. Perhaps to him, he was in a dream and was hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible. Suddenly, Charles started to hit himself in the face and the head. He kept doing it as he let the tears out, gritting his teeth. When he sent a punch towards his face

Damien was so lost that he had no idea that Charles was talking to him. Charles was trying to get his attention, and one of the waiters was walking towards them. At that same instance, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Leroy was seen walking towards their position. "Gentlemen. What would you like to have? I mean, you've been here for the past thirty minutes. And I couldn't help but notice."The waiter said to both Damien and Charles, sharing his gaze between them. Before Damien or Charles could give a response to the waiter, a voice interrupted, "We were about to leave. Sorry for any inconvenience."It was Leroy, apologising to the waiter. The waiter stayed back for a while. It was as though he was not pleased. Leroy fumbled through his pocket for a while, then brought out a hundred dollar bill. "I don't have anything lower than this. Just take it."When the waiter collected the money, he was sure to turn around to make sure that none of his colleagues caught him t

Damien stepped into the building. It was a living room, but it looked to be unused. It wasn't untidy, neither was it furnished. There was a small chandelier hanging in the ceiling and a frame on the wall to the East. There were three young ladies standing in the middle of the room. Immediately they saw Damien walk in, they bowed to him. "Welcome, Young Master."When Damien got to them, he looked around for a while. Looking back at the ladies, he was met by the words of one of the three,"They told me that they were on their way. I had no idea why we got here before them."The young lady sounded defensive yet concerned. "I'm sure that they would be here any moment from now."The door was pushed open, and five ladies walked in. Immediately, they saw Damien, they were very shocked. Another lady walked in behind them. "Oh my God, he's here.""We are done for."Two of the latecomers almost entered into the skin of the others. They rushed to Damien and fell on their knees. "We are sorr