Chapter one hundred-nineteen

Alistair woke up in the middle of the night. He was pressed, and immediately he got out of his bed and walked to the restroom. He got in, and let out the urine, washed his hands before stepping out.

He sat on his bed, tired, and sleepy. But he had this strong urge to leave his room. He couldn't tell why, but he has learned to do what he feels like doing.

He got up and walked to the door. He looked back at his room once more before stepping out. He stepped out, and the first thing he noticed was the light. He always tells the maids in the house to make sure they turn off the whole light when everyone has gone to bed.

But it looks like they forgot to do it. He walked out of the hallway and found his way to the stairs. From the stairs, he saw someone leaning on the wall. It was strange, everyone was supposed to be asleep, who could that be?

He walked slowly and tried his best not to make noise. Just in case the person was there for something bad. He would be able to catch him or her.

Ali