Logan was tired and frustrated, he had spent a few days ignoring the book but now that he wasn't ignoring it he couldn't even read the rest of it because the man who wrote the book got himself corrupted so now he couldn't find out any more answers.
Logan sighed as he got up off the bed and made his way downstairs
The best thing I could do now I figure out the hideout he made, he probably left some things there.
in the kitchen, Camillo was cooking up a feast on the table was some light food like eggs loaves of bread, and sausages with a small bowl of soup.
How long did this all take?
After he finally reached the end of the stairs he went to the table and was about to take up a few eggs with a fork but Camillo stopped him.
"Dont be an idiot kid," Camiillo said, he was still in the kitchen. The kitchen door was open so he could see the table.
"What's all this for?" Logan asked with a soft sigh.
