“Are we on the right place?”, Keith asked as she looked around the narrow alley where they parked to the side and roamed their eyes outside while they stayed on the car.
“I think we’re on the right address”, he said as he looked at a particular sight where Keith followed him and saw a familiar person sitting comfortably rocking chair made out of rattan.
“That’s the security guard, right?”, Keith asked as she looked at the old man while Kevin only nodded to give an answer.
They both unbuckled their seatbelts, and less than a minute after, out of the car and on their way to a small house’s balcony where the old man was sitting.
They in a remote area of the city. Roads not cemented, and the kids playing right at the center of the road which took them long enough to get to the far edge as
