You Would Rather Stop the Weapon
“How are you feeling?” Kenneth is leaning against the wall while observing Lorenzo. He just woke up and still lying down when he heard that question. As far as he remembers, the moment he lost his consciousness was when he’s still in the car and now... He slowly sat on his bed. The thick comforter covering his whole body has slowly fallen to his thighs. He welcomed Kenneth with his puffy eyes and messy hair—it’s like he did not fight against the grim reaper yesterday. He looks like a guy who just woke up from his sleep. He looks perfectly fine. And not just that, he feels fine. “Fine…” he answered with his husky voice. He combed his head backward and sighed. “...how long I was out?” “A day.” Kenneth averted his gaze from him. “Someone attacked us during your absence. They captu
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