On the other side, there was no smile on Igram's face. After trying for the 20th time, he finally gave up. The sun was setting, it was soon going to be dark, and continuing his search meant getting lost in the forest. He had no option but to go back to the highway.
He was almost shedding a tear. Once a gallant man was reduced to a useless boy stack in a criminal's skin, searching for his mother like a little boy, a mother he had left without looking back.
He wanted to laugh so hard at his pitiful self, but the tears he was holding back dared him not to. Karma had finally caught up with him, and he was finally paying for his sins the hard way.
With mosquito bites all over his face and torn clothes from constantly falling and scraping himself on twigs, he limped back to the highway. His world was already over, as he saw it, unless he found another way rather than the map to find his mother's coven, he was stuck to rot in jail for crimes he had not committed.
