Ah, you're here! Come, sit down quickly for I have an interesting thing to tell you.

***

So, in the prior days, I had been like a human detective; visiting streets after streets in search for answers. Alongside a very untidy wall, I found a remarkable set of words.

"Parents are a shelter to all the cold in the world."

When my eyes caught on to the words, I really wondered if it was true for everyone—for warriors even.

But certain upcoming discoveries conflicted with these words. Warriors, who were designed to prop the meat in the air for the birds to catch, weren't fond of their life. Their parents were the real culprits who sent little warriors, everyday, in an impalpable battlefield. Those elders had gotten sick of being poor, so their tactic was to present innocence in the face of Fate. Though, it had skipped their thoughts that Fate doesn't understand age or innocence; it just moves forward, ripping everything in its way to pieces.

I knew it right then that if this matter gets out of hand, I will no longer be in charge. Death will have to surround the whole crime scene—it will be a chaos like every other time. Their souls will still be drenched in an ambiguous effulgence that will mark my prior presence. As they will leave with death, their accusations and fingers will be pointed towards me.

***

The next time you come back, hold your heart and take a deep breath for we'll have a rocky ride to take.