A young Kendrick is seated on the foot of the stairs counting the pennies in his pocket, even when the sun had set high above burning his thin layer of flesh and lips. The unpleasant fire-like sensation on his skin makes him want to itch.
But he needed to remain rooted to the stairs of the store which was in combination with their house. His mother had ordered him to, she was far from joking when she had spoken softly for him to stay out as the back door slammed shut announcing the presence of the ghoul himself.
Kendrick doesn't waste a minute to step aside, and that was when the wise idea of counting his pesos came to his mind.
He has been working as hard as ever because the atmosphere at home had grown worse with each day, even at night the same story repeated and it was hidden to
