The sun is descending, as the red sky is being dyed by the coming night's darkness...
Argus can be seen sitting near the palm tree.
He had been throwing pebbles from the beach's shorelines to the crashing waves.
Argus was about to throw another pebble when a familiar voice sounded behind his ears...
~Hey! Hey Brat! What have you been doing here all alone? I thought you visited that young Lady, Lia?~
It was his Old Man, Miguel.
Truthfully, Argus had a complicated relationship with Miguel.
At most, Miguel is just a stranger caught in his problems but almost every time, this old man had always been catching his back.
Sometimes he felt that Miguel was his teacher, many times, like a brother and occasionally, like that of a father.
And Argus is ever thankful to Miguel.