"Why are we eating dinner too early?" Randell asked his parents the moment he came home from school.
It is still five in the afternoon, but their dining table is already full of food for dinner.
"You need to do something when the nights come," his father said without looking at him while scooping rice onto his plate.
"Come here, dear, let's eat early." His mom sweetly called him, and that is why he obediently sat with them.
"What am I going to be doing?"
"You will know later." his mom answered briefly as she served food to him.
The fifteen-year-old Randell notices the anxiousness in his parents' expressions and that is why he could not help but ask more questions.
"Is there something wrong, mom?"
"No. Nothing, son. Just..." His mom couldn't continue her words and just looked at her husband, looking more worried.