What have I pushed myself into? I shouldn’t have come to this town! I should’ve made my way to my parents’ house, or better yet along with them on their graves since I’m a dead meat, either choices I make!
But now’s not the time to argue with myself. I have to get out of this hideous place. All I can see is dust covering almost the entire place. All the seats are covered with dust. They don’t even have cushions that I can sleep on to.
But why am I kept at this old church? Why don’t they put me in a cell or something? And again, why am I treated like a murderer?!
The flashes of memories I have with my past issue, the scam issue, is now slowly crawling in my mind again. I’m having flashbacks of the horrible mistake that I’ve committed.
There’s this close friend of mine who apparently ha
