The Last Heir

to. "But is there such a thing as 'you do not have to search that area'?" No one would

an't be the only one a

e police had gone near it. Silly heads. They wer

he trash bags, and go into the silent corners of the bridge?

will come back

the only car the police brought to the street. There was also a black va

ker and brought out a doughnut to eat. The one right next to him was no different. He held a so

ter? "My God, it also has the smoky aroma of being grilled or overc

have never had a taste of it. Even so, the aroma was so enticing that I could descr

g my mouth each time they took a bite and swallowing each time they did. But no one cared for me.

, old things!

your breath talk, let alone your voice," t

er got down and opened the door of the backseat. He pulled me out, he

d see their eyes judging me, but all of those things did not matter. Ev

, and that was it. Empathy was the height of it all because i

help. If you went too close to them, they screamed as if they had seen a ghost. If they had a bat in their h

oon as I set foot in the station reminded me of people who had empathized with me befo

sed her voice a

. I had already chosen my room: a separate corner that was designed with

ren

e my time here; I don't

e the ce

! Lock him up.

my feet, I could tell he was ready to push me to stand, but since I stood to my fee

sudden sound of metallic clanging and the rattling of

they take me to jail? Would there be bullies there? Woul

squeezed myself into a fold w

church to the street. A group of boys had come at me. At first, they sta

hild should be, with heavy breath on my

me to the

"Marcus!" the male called. Howeve

et him out this instant," he i