Two days later.
In a sleepy neighborhood, a thousand miles away from the heart of the city, the lights were still burning brightly inside the house made of wood. The house was situated far from its closest neighbors.
The 24 years old man, has just finished studying and ready to sleep. He was about to turn off the light in the living room when the door suddenly opened. He already knew who the visitor was at 1:00 in the morning.
The man entered the house, he wore a black jacket and a hat over his head, he advances into the living room and dumped his backpack on the sofa. He looks tired from a long journey and his face was unshaven. "Do you still have some food left in there, Arnold?" he asked the younger man.
"Yes. I have some fried fish for my dinner and there's still some leftover, wait, I will prepare the table for you, brother," Arnold replied.
