"Things have started to pick up. Let's just see what the future has in store for me."
Arnold mumbled as he headed towards the room allotted to Devon's son, Gary. He had a few things to do, and he was sure Devon would've rushed over to his son as soon as his task was over. Sadly, only disappointment waited for Devon in that room as his son wasn't there. He hadn't been there for a day now, but Devon didn't know that.
Arnold didn't inform anyone about it, the only exception being Talos. Both of them had been visiting Gary for a couple of days. Arnold could see the difference between the father and the son. Devon was nothing but a cruel and pathetic excuse of a man.
His son on the other hand was the complete opposite. Gary didn't care about his life, not one bit. After all, he had already sacrificed himself to save his marine team when the first dungeon popped in the USA. Sadly Gary didn't have any memory of what happened that fateful day.
