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The wind blew with great velocity outside, but not a single blow seemed to affect Gian’s house. Apparently, all houses are tightly insulated in Canada. Which is unsurprising because I used to live in one of these years ago. but it came as a strong surprise to Kyo, who complimented the warmth of the inside as soon as she entered through the front door. After our reunion, Gian turned around and met the company. She immediately recognized Trigman. And he continued to introduce his husband, who was les that enthusiastic with his greeting. Kyo on the other hand was hesitant. When all was said and done, Gian offered us a bed and warm dinner at her place. We all hopped in our car and followed her through the downtown on this small town to a closed alley. There were nine houses and a cul-de-sac. Gian’s was fourth, on the right side of the street. We parked our cars in her driveway and followed her in her dimly lit house. She gave us a change of footwear and guided us t...

The morning arrived and the alcohol wore off. I woke up to the shower running. It was not Kyo, who slept next to me. It was not Trigman, who slept on the couch. It wasn’t Priscilla and Harman, who had just entered the room without knocking.  “A little knock would be nice,” I said in my barely woken state. Priscilla had what seemed like a cup of coffee in her hand. I was thankful that she didn’t decide to sip on beer first thing in the morning. She was wearing a white robe and big wayfarer glasses. “I was just wondering when you are going for your crusade. And if Mappa would accompany you guys,” Priscilla said. She walked over to me and forced me to make some space for her in the bed. I budged and she forced herself. Harman took a seat next to the asleep Trigman. “We’ll probably leave by the afternoon. I still have to talk to him about that. What will you guys do?” Priscilla took a sip out of the coffee cup and said,” Harman found two clubs who were eager to...

The empty plane soared through the sky as it made its way to Canada. I felt relieved without too many people around me. But on the other hand, the other two individuals accompanying me were equally cataclysmic as the mob. The one sitting across me was the owner of the this private jet, Priscilla. the one sitting at the bar, sipping on bourbon since nine in the morning was my wife, Kiyomi. To say that the situation was concentrated with acid would be an understatement.  The world I had created with my own two hands was crumbling in front of me. I did it with my past, and I did it for my present. I looked at Priscilla, who was deep into her phone, and reminded myself of the illusion I created for her before leaving. Not all actions I took were noble, but they were appropriate. Then again, I did make an illusion for Blessing before I left her. it didn’t work that well, simply because of Amaan. It had been three days since I recited the past that me and Amaan shared. Brad was...