~With flames of fire I make my descent, making the skin of all that watch crawl. And all that'll be left in the c*****e will be residues of dying breaths.~
By the time Dan got back from the Park, it was already night time.
When he entered the house, he was greeted by the butler, he thinks his name was Frederick.
Dan greeted him back. He went straight to his room and locked the door behind him.
It had been quite a stressful day.
He plopped on the bed and sighed. He needed to take a shower and maybe do his laundry, but it was already late.
He was too stressed.
He grudgingly stood and took off his clothes and went into the shower. He sighed, he needed a hot bath.
He sighed as the hot water cascaded down his tensed body. He allowed the soft patter to wash away his stress.
Moments late
