Third Person's POV
As the morning rays hit his face, he slowly stirred and groaned. He was always used to sleeping in his air-conditioned room, sprawled on his comfy bed. AC has always been a must for him and he knew that the temperature around him could never drop to the level where it could match the coldness of his heart.
However, this morning was a bit different and it was not a good change, according to him. When the sleepiness left him, he finally understood that it was a bad idea to sleep on his balcony with the hard floor beneath him.
He slowly came to a sitting position and recalled last night. He slowly opened his fist and gazed at the half-burned locket on his palm. The same nightmare that had been haunting him for years replayed all over again. Closing his swollen eyes and fisting the locket yet again, he promised himself that he wouldn't rest in peace until he got justice for the owner of the locket fisted in his palm.
