"Sometimes fate is a stupid thing, but escaping from your own predetermined fate is something impossible to achieve. I can only tell you that it is only a meager 10 in a million who could manage to achieve this by either changing their predetermined fate or cutting all there strings of fate entirely until they no longer existed. Nevertheless, they were supposed to exist, where did they went?" Malam who was now leaning his back on the wall beside Rabi, took a long sigh before he continued after taking a sip of his usual type from his backpack.