Third Person’s POV
The wind blows real hard and the skies already turned grey, indication that a bad weather is coming on a little while. Everyone who is outside the premises immediately went to their rooms to prepare for the storm and do whatever they need to do.
Everyone except him.
Pheabo place the cigarette onto his lips and exhales the smoke from it. He grabs the bottle of beer from his side and drank it straight.
His eye bags show that he hadn’t sleep well at all. There are many things that happened in just a little span of time and the fear of the future is bugging him to death. He take a couple of deep breaths as he watched the rain start pouring from the clouds. He is getting soaked in the cold rain water but he didn’t bulge and continue drinking on top of the buildin
