Trevor stared blankly at the pale and skinny man lying on the bed. Hid mask was off and his expression was blank, it was hard to tell what his was thinking.
The state of the man gave Trevor an inkling of what might have happened to him or where he might have been all these while. He still remembered the last time they met, it was that same very night his quest to avenge his mother changed his life where he had to live with his face covered.
This man had promised him help and answers. The night old man Anderson was shot and they thought it was Trevor who killed him due to the wrong timing, while Trevor ran for his life, this man came out of nowhere and said words to him, words that brought hope to the young Trevor in his teens. He could still remember very clearly.
