"Sigh, for now i need to gather a bigger force to protect my family for the shit I'm doing..."I murmured, contemplating my current team, and Damir awaiting in the juvenile prison and the junkies staying at the hotel.
The following morning unfolded with a sense of routine rebellion as I opted, as I often did, to skip school.
Emerging from the warmth of my bed, I shuffled into the kitchen with a groggy determination, my senses gradually awakening to the day ahead. The sizzle of eggs hitting the pan filled the air as I prepared a simple breakfast, relishing the solitude of the moment as I consumed my meal in silence.
After replenishing myself, I embarked on the familiar ritual of morning hygiene. Each brush stroke felt deliberate, almost meditative, as I prepared myself for the day ahead.
