THE NEXT MORNING, the weather is cold as the snow continues to fall. The moment Dylan woke up, he drank a cup of tea and finished it. After a while, he makes another one and brings it to the basement of the old house.

He kicked the metal door and climbed down; the sound of his footsteps echoed inside the basement.

Achilles opened his eyes and clenched his fist as he turned to the side, facing the wall.

After a moment, he heard a thud made from the glass wall. However, he didn’t move. His clenched fist tightened which makes his nails dig into his palm, when he glanced at...