Jacinth thought for a moment did he really saw that old man??? No way thats so stupid to think that this ever happens in real life, it cant be!

                 May be he, Jacinth scratched or accidentally got that scar and he didnt notice.

              He took shower and went back to his bed room and wore some soft cloth took his comb from the drawer where he found a note in an ugly paper may be very old one he opened the letter to find a small stone which was glittering and he looked at the paper but it was filled with mysterious language which he havent even seen it in his whole life.

                    May be father kept it here...
He took the comb and started combing and went to the dining

The red stone was twinkling at the touch of its master.

Jacinth heared voices coming from the dining...

"May be he is very happy about this but I dont know if he believe all these stuff..."

Jacinth recognised his father's voice

"He will! Any ways he belong to our group and he is...." said a voice Jacinth couldnt recognise...

Conversation stoped abruptly at his entry.

He took in the surroundings and saw a man with his fathers cloths on and he felt a chill when he saw that man's blue eyes

The same eyes he saw yesterday night.....the one who slit his hand it was true he turned and ran to his room ignoring the piercing pain of his suture and his father calling him back.

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Late update, I know.
I dont know if anyone still reading this book.

I was about to delete this book but some are asking me for update.

So here it is.
I will try to update soon.

Thanks for your patience.😝