Only Rain knew how he had managed to make Arin quiet down and calm last night. Putting him to sleep was something that had made him realise the value of his single life worth five hundred and twenty seven years, but only when it was way too late. Once Arin had almost fully memorized what he was supposed to say as a pastor the next day, he went on a repetition of the same sentence that was looped at least five hundred and twenty seven times, making him remember each and every year of his freedom. He was not getting irritated or fed up by Arin, but the anxiety of...