"I think you're wrong, old ruckus..." I suddenly interrupted Alfred's words. I looked at him in my serious face, pleading for more answers, more confirmation. "It's not thrice... we met numerous times. We meet very often. That slumber night at Lorraine's house, I know that I met you there. I know I properly introduced myself to you. But that doesn't matter. What matters to me is the truth..."
The long silence came.
"Who are you and why do you keep on saving me all this time? Who are you? Why did you come to Saint Claire? Why did you lie when you said we never talked? Why do you keep on lying as if you can toy with my mind? Who are you?!" I eagerly asked those questions.
"Clan, I..." he started to explain. He was waving his hands in mid-air while his face became wrecked; a face of someon
