TWO YEARS LATER
In the further side of the city with little to no population, a house was built in the middle of a street. The street had small houses and so was the one built in the middle.
People passed around, curious to get to know the people who lived inside the house but the residents rarely came out and when they did, it was only to go out and come back quickly while half of their faces were covered.
But since no one wanted to bring trouble to themselves, they wouldn't dare to knock on the door of the house no matter what.
Inside the house, a round dinner table was placed and two people occupied the table with simple dishes placed on it. They ate in silence but from their glances at each other, their minds asked several questions.
"When are we getting our son back, Adrain?" Felicia finally asked after shes had enough of the empty eye contacts. "Two years have already passed. Our son is already grown now. We need to get him back," she added.