... Ava's Point of View ...
Night stayed cold in Shyn's empty place. I know, recently, he stayed at the mansion... but nothing in this place can tell me, even just one, his story. Even parts... just parts of him don't seem to exist in here. I kept glancing everywhere for personal items at every chance I get but found nothing.
Instead, I ended up finding myself sitting for an hour glancing like an idiot. I frustratingly found myself not wanting to leave him in case he says something useful or strange. One by one, we watched the building and tower lights on the city slowly disappear.
After having a good laugh about what I said, Shyn has gone mad and chugged the whole bottle of liquor placed on the table. He kept on saying something about, 'Screw him!' and 'Shits' and a lot of random mumblings.
