Approximately three years later.....

In the inky darkness, a soft glow like that of embers brightened and dimmed constantly as the smell of smoke wafted in the air. Several cigarette butts lay on the ground like the person had been standing there for so long smoking.

He had been watching the building opposite him his thoughts unknown. The look in his eyes was very difficult to discern. A figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed softly on top of the building as their mech vanished.

Zi Han glanced back and looked at his mother from the corner of his eye. She smiled at him as she patted his shoulder. "How many of those have you had?" she asked regretting ever letting him smoke in the first place.

Over the years another habit had manifested itself and that bad habit was smoking two to three packs when he was nervous.