“I need to get something to eat, something sweet, something I don't need to heat, just something to exercise my teeth, while I'm relaxing my feet.”
And there he was navigating the street on a steady line, In His hands, two bottles of wine, and a full chicken to dine, his shoe flashy, his clothes looking divine as he headed back home.
Arriving, he opened the door, only to be greeted by a floating floor, and an encrypted message writing with bloody paint, his face was dripping sweat, his eyes getting wet, with a low and raspy voice, the message he read "ሕይወትህ የአንተ አይደለም።"
