GASP!
Primo gasped for air as he instinctively sat up from the floor. His entire body was drenched with sweat, damping his clothes. Looking around, all he could see were empty cans of beer, packaging of spoiled foods, and trash he couldn't throw away at the proper disposal.
The television was still on, but it was on a mute. Even so, it supplied enough light for him to see everything in this dark small apartment.
Ever since Mr. John was prosecuted, Primo left everything behind. He didn't return to the firm, even though his colleagues told him he was always welcome to return. He couldn't come back to the apartment he bought for himself and his siblings, as it would only remind him of the incident.
