Somewhere away from a congested residential area, a huge villa stood alone. In front of the villa stood a pond with stone seats nearby to facilitate leisure time.
A man sat down on one of them, fishing calmly near the pond. His eyes stared through the water, preparing to pull as soon as the string on the rod moved.
The fish in the pond were not meant to be eaten. They were raised for recreational purposes or social gatherings to talk with similar level of people who came to visit him.
Silence hung in the air, except for the occasional breeze and the rustling of leaves. The man watched intently at the fish playing around the bait and testing if there was any danger.
His lips curled up but his eyes weren't smiling. After all, he had lost his son and his wife was giving him headaches, always nagging him to find the culprits.
He wanted to curse if not for her extra doting, how could his boy become so spineless and face troubles?
