The car ride was silent because he had refused to listen to the charter of radio or the quiet piano music in the background. He was going back to his parents house after having another session finding out the rat in his organisation.
Even though torture was something that he had grown up with and now had taken up as a second nature, The torture of finding out the rats and then blessing them with the same was surprisingly boring and something he repulsed. It made him sacrifice his sleep without any reason.
It was surprisingly quieter in the house than usual which was out of the ordinary because he would come in the late hours of the night or perhaps the early hours of the day.
The problem with it was, by the grim expression of the god that was in front of the door to his father's house it was obvious that something had happened.
Something bad in particular.
