ME;

KIANHAO
3 JUSTICE '08

34th Week:

The gaunt man tried his best to come to his senses despite his stupor; the room was revolving around him, his head throbbing painfully. He raised a tired eye at the sound of a young boy, “HEY, OLD MAN!” he shouted with in effrontery tone, one hand pointed an accusing figure at the elderly man. The male struggled to make out further details of his surroundings, taking note of the debacle around him, wincing at the amount of debris around him.

33rd Week:

Fred was a tenacious little rascal, with a head full of unkempt hair and a fastidious attitude when it came to food. His kindness was pittance in amount, and he loved divulging the deep dark secrets of the others who were naïve enough to tell him.

7:04 AM