He stares at his reflection in the mirror, and sighs for the umpteenth time. It's almost 9pm, the time the mysterious man asked him to meet him at the address that was sent to him days ago.

Reaching out to his phone on the dresser, he checks the address again, and sighs softly. The person is very much aware that he can't walk, why the heck does he want him to meet? He finally wheels himself out of the room, and Raymond drives him to the restaurant where he's supposed to meet up with the person.

"We're here, Sir," Raymond's voice pulls him out of his deep thoughts, and he...