Little Calhoun coughed blood from his mouth, and he hurled himself on the wet ground that had filled itself with water. The man frowned, and he looked around before placing his hand on Calhoun's forehead.
When the man placed his hand on Calhoun's forehead, the wounds that the little boy had received slowly started to heal, and the person pulled his hand away.
'Children without proper guidance can truly destroy the world,' murmured the man to himself and noticed the small boy had fallen unconscious because of pain. Not wanting to leave the boy here alone in the rain, the man decided to pick up the boy and left the boy at his house without another word.
Coming back to the present, Calhoun didn't know what happened that day when he was small because he was sure it was going to be his last day. He had been in too much pain, and he didn't know how he ended up back in his house, nor did his mother.
