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The joy that I didn’t get in the big building, I found in a small rooftop house that had a kitchen and a single bedroom with an attached bathroom. It was the house of Eric's single aunt, who moved to another country a few days back. I looked around while missing my old house, where I used to stay.

“Don’t mind the house is so small,” Eric said.

I turned around to look at him. I held his hands and gave him a small smile while saying “Thank you so much for helping me. I don’t understand how I should repay you.”

“You don’t have to.”

I sat on the bed while pressing my palms together as I recalled how we escaped from Hayden’s guest house. It didn’t go as tough as I thought because Hayden left for some work.

I never thought I would be in a situation, where I had to leave my routine and hide from the mafia people. When I was leading a normal boring life, I used to hate it but only when I started to hide and escape from death, I realized how peaceful my boring life was.

“Are you hungry?” Eric