The beating of Tristan’s heart was loud and forceful. He was trying to calm his self and the uncontrolled panic nervousness formed inside his chest. He wanted to be calm, so that he can think of other things, most especially about what are the things he would probably do soon as he got out of this place. Perhaps he would directly go to their house, and give his mother a big hug. Even though she had placed her son in a very unfortunate situation, he still love his mother the best that he could. It was unconditional.
However, because of the nervousness he was feeling—and perhaps not just him, but everyone—he could not think properly.
He was walking in the now an utter darkness. Unlike on he complex alley of the restricted area of the building, these place has no horror-like flickering
