It didn't take long for Nero to arrive at home, the atmosphere now still as if the small house had lost all means of livelihood. He stared at it from the rusted gate for a moment as if in a daze before he slowly reached his hand forward, pushed open the gate.
His steps made coarse noises as he trod the path, crushing the somewhat moist grasses beneath his feet as he slowly made his way towards the door.
As Nero walked, his mind would flash with memories from his childhood; he recalled the scenes of his mother playing with him in the yard, she would chase after him as he hid in the bushes, or even play an old sport called cricket.
Unknowingly to himself, the corners of his dried up and raged filled eyes were still leaking bits of tears, he spoke to himself, 'What am I to do without you mother? How can I persist? Must it truly be through vengeance...?'
