Outer City District, East Yilins District, Cork Street 121A.
A week has passed since that crazy night. During this time, no one has come to visit, and nothing strange has happened. It's all like a dream, with nothing left once you've woken up.
Lorenzo tried to look for Bola, armed with ammunition under his dark coat, ready to slaughter the city. But unfortunately, Bola was unaware of what had happened and hadn't appeared for many days.
Lying in the bathtub, the warm water washed away the fatigue from his body. His entire body was soaked in the warm water, enjoying the hard-earned tranquility.
Mrs. Van Rudd is taking a nap, and his cheap roommate seems to be working overtime at the factory, so it can be said that Lorenzo is the only one left in this small house.
Above him is a dim light, and life hums from the street. He relaxes unwittingly, picks up a cigarette, and takes a hard drag. It feels quite nice.
