Luke stepped out of the car with an angry look on his face. He stood behind, waiting as the warrior knocked on the door of Fiona’s family house and rang the doorbell continuously. The door was opened a minute later by a young boy, around the age of sixteen. He was scratching his hair as he looked at them.
"Good evening, sirs. How may I help you?" he asked, staring at them. The warrior was about to reply when Luke came forward and pushed him out of the way, forcing his way into the house and ignoring the boy.
"Sir, you can’t go in there." The boy said, standing behind Luke, who covered his nose in disgust as he saw the condition of the house. There were used pizza wraps lying on every corner of the house, and there was also a blanket on top of their white couch, which meant someone was sl
