“F*CK YOU, AUGUSTUS IMMACULATA. WHY THE F*CKING F*CK DID YOU CALL THE POLICE? DO YOU F*CKING WANT THEM TO SEE AND GET MY ASS, YOU PUNK?!” Guiller shouted in annoyance upon hearing the nearing sounds of supposed sirens from police cars—
Finally, Augustus sighed. He thought he wouldn't see the sight of the sun again, wouldn't feel it's warmth when tomorrow morning comes. He thought he would be stuck there and probably die, who knows?
In his fortune, Cait Emmanuel has always been trustworthy, obedient, and just too reliable for his liking. Even if it took, well, longer than he expected that it resulted to catastrophe like a storm just passed through the theater, at least they already arrived.
(He wasn't entirely glad, however. How could they explain this? How could they get away with thi
