"How could I when my son is out and hasn't returned home," his mother smiled at him. "Your father hasn't slept yet either. His hand is troubling him again."
Getting up, he picked up a page. His red eyes then looked for something to write with. Finding a pin that had fallen at the far corner, he used the blood that he had coughed to writeā 'The quietness that instills fear has now turned comfortable.'
Back in the last rack of the historical section on the first floor, the girl tried to get closer to Roman, but he placed his hand on her shoulder. Looking straight in her eye, he compelled her,