I was still writhing in pain, as I sat down and folded my arms. I flashed my brooding eyes at him and endeared to let him know that I was not in for his usual uncalculated mysterious attitude.

“Speak. I am all ears,” I ordered, and shot my gaze at him in expectation of what he had to tell me.

He snorted and cleared his voice, “My name is Julius Lucky. What I am about telling you is a story my grandfather told me because I was still suckling at the time it happened. My parents died in a mysterious motor accident. At the time my mother was heavily pregnant...