Two days later.
In a lonely big abandoned look, the White House, a person is in peace doing his usual activity.
His room is full of various sizes of canvases, some painted and many more unpainted leave neatly stacked in the corner of the room.
He is painting an abstract violet bluish view, while sometimes threw his sight outside the window, looking at those yellowish dried untouched tall grass outside the window. His stare is empty and soft, there are bunches of memories flashing in his mind lately since he met Majan and those people whom returned from The Trap World.
Ssshhh.....
He halted his hand from moving the brush back and forward as he feels a familiar aura appears.
"....." an existence of living beings is appearing in this room, like a ghost from thin dark it's suddenly there.
From halting his movements, the person who has been painting is turning his body and calmly meeting eyes with the new person in the room.
"I need your help Kelarox" the new person speaks.
