Though p.i.s.sed off at being reminded of why he ended up in this place, he nodded at the man. This time he really turned around and trotted speedily towards the only entrance and exit of the place. He already did a mistake once. Learning his lesson, he sped up his pace and walked without letting the voice calling out to him to hinder him.

This time, he really didn't want to deal with this lady who he didn't know how had gotten to this place. When he first saw her, he brushed it off as coincidence and tried to encourage himself that she had other business in the place. That it was not necessarily him. Unfortunately, the opposite of what he was hoping happened- which he later learned when she called out his name at the same time that Simonne Gomez did.

The woman looked like she would not stop until she speaks with him. Now that his short talk with the other man was over, what should come next? How would he deal with this trouble?

'What a stupid question. Of course, ignore the trouble and walk away,' he thought, even though the person somehow managed to catch up with him through half-running, half-walking.

"Mr. Meyer, wait," she said while catching her breath, "...I have no other intention today. I just want to say, thank you."

He froze for a brief second, quite caught off-guard that she did not stalk him to annoy him with that confusing and no-brainer request of hers. However, his bewilderment only lasted briefly, his steps resuming after until he successfully pa.s.sed by the entrance and reached the bus stop.

It was to his great relief that no more ghosts or madwomen chased after him or stopped him from getting home.

Finally, the traumatic series of events ended.

...

This occurred when his still coughing father turned on the TV to watch the evening news. The time on the lower left corner stated that it was 6:13 pm, quite negligible when compared to the large s.p.a.ce occupied by the face of the reporter and the footage of the explosion.

53 dead. 154 wounded and injured. 13 missing.

The explosion incident was bigger than expected, and he only came to know about it when it got reported as flash news. Chris could only dumbfoundedly look at the figures showed on the screen, his mind finally realizing how big the disturbance was.

Hearing vague details from the police was a different matter. When he watched how great of devastation that bombing incident had brought to that mall was, he realized that he underestimated the gravity of the situation. Or maybe, he just forgot how huge the matter was due to being caught in a troublesome affair.

Now, he knew that people died. Many people even. Not to mention those injured and missing who were still probably trapped in the underground parking lot.

The young man took a deep breath when he regained his senses. He felt self-remorse for not doing enough to avoid this tragedy.

But at the same, he felt helpless because he didn't know what else he could have done in that situation.

He really hated this feeling. This happened first on Felicity's suicide. Even now, he couldn't forgive himself that he had not done anything to help or stop her in doing that. The second instance was when he learned that there were immoral hosts running rampant on earth yet as a powerless, weak normal human, there was nothing he could do to stop them. This morning, what he was attempting to do was influence the most reasonable of this bunch to go against her kind and be more considerate of the people around her. But deep down, he knew it would hardly change a thing in this chaotic world.

Now, this was the third time. It was another major event which kept on making him wonder... If he had only informed the police much earlier, would they be able to stop that bomber on time? Would this tragedy not take place then?

Chris didn't know how he managed to go back to his new room. But when he did, he just found himself throwing his fists on the wall. For some reason, he found it so likable to punch today, especially now when memories of Felicity and the explosions were haunting him like crazy.

After five minutes, his system could no longer keep silent about his current mental state, therefore it voiced out.

'...' Chris did not reply, even though it was the very first time that it said something not suggesting immorality. However, he did stop his fists since he noticed that they were already bleeding. Worried that his parents would discover the wounds tomorrow, he reluctantly asked the system to heal them. The system gladly deducted the points and did the job, all the while adding to its previous statements.

Shaking his head, Chris went back to ignoring it, just mentally noting to himself that he gained more people to include in his daily evening prayers.

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