Me and Shepherd reached an apartment. We both leap into the window, quietly. I pant, lying down on the couch extremely exhausted. "Do you own this apartment?" I asked. Shepherd sighs, as he stands recovering himself. "I have a lot of hideouts, Faron. You will understand right, getting into this line of work you can't always trust everyone." Shepherd says as he goes to the kitchen sink. Splashing water on his face. Looking at my hands. "What the hell happened to me?" I ask. "I can't tell you completely what you are now. You maybe Vorkhan or not. There is only one person I know that can tell you. I met him a long time ago." Shepherd says as he walks towards the phone. "He can help us both. It's been a while since I have seen him." Shepherd grabs the phone, dialing the number.

