After the bank failed to assist me with a loan, I was left with only two options. First being to sell my house and use the funds from it or secondly, to visit Antonio Moreland and solicited for help. As I sat in my home thinking about the good old days when my family were alive and hearty, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken to how quick, loneliness had taken over the once happy castle. I realized I was the last man standing and perhaps I had been standing for to too long. A house like that was going to fetch me a good price as it was located in the heart of the city. Far from the money it could fetch me, it was the guilt of having to sell my families abode that rendered a contention to the whole deal. I made up mind to pay the Mayors son one more visit, this time around for different reason entirely.