Kuber and Darryl stood before a tree just outside the city walls. Beneath its branches, a makeshift shelter composed of tattered cloth and bamboo sticks was nestled.
Observing the humble dwelling, Kuber's lips curled into a mischievous grin. Darryl regarded Kuber with a quizzical expression, uncertain about his intentions.
"So, this is where that kid, Neil, lives," Kuber remarked, his grin hinting at some impending action.
Darryl raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Kuber's words. "Yeah, it wasn't difficult to find out about this place. But why are you interested in his shelter?"
Kuber's grin grew wider as he revealed his plan. "Let's not waste any time and burn it."
Darryl's jaw dropped in shock. He recoiled, taking a few steps back. "What? Burn it? Are you serious?"
