Down the street, a red taxi drove, stopping at a slum area. A silver-haired young man alighted from the taxi. "Thanks for the ride," he said as he paid the driver.
This was Draco, and he had something important to do. He wanted to visit his orphanage, as most of his memories were tied to it.
Thankfully, Rose knew its location, and the girls allowed him to go. Yesterday's events had changed him, igniting a fire within. He now felt like a full-fledged man who had glimpsed part of the heavenly world.
As Draco walked through the slum, he felt saddened by the sights around him. Malnourished children were everywhere, making him wonder if the government had noticed or simply ignored this suffering.
He checked his phone. A red point and a blue point were vividly displayed on the map. He was the blue point, and his destination, the orphanage, was the red point.
