Or Maybe...If you Hate Me

He rubbed his head in a bit of pain and carefully rose from the ground. His eyes stared intently at the blue miracle, and with a low breath exiting his nose, he turned around and stormed out of the sacred underground, then walked back to his room. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and walked straight to the couch to grab his jacket.

He walked out afterward and shut the door beside him. He made his way towards the Rolls Royce and got in, then started the car engine and, with a careful reverse, he drove off.

His eyes glanced at the narrow road ahead of him and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

He drove for an hour plus a few minutes and finally arrived at none other than Calise's home. He parked the car, got down, and shut the door, locking it afterward. His eyes darted around, and without any more hesitation, he entered and walked through the passage which led him towards the brown-colored door.