He needed sleep, he had witnessed too much for the day and the only way he would bypass all what he saw and felt that day was if he fell on his soothing soft foam.

He didn't steady his paces as usual, he walked with haste with this rage inside him, like he was on a mission or perhaps a journey, possibly a journey of slumber, and would not be caught up for any discussion whatsoever.

He walked into his room and slammed the door behind him, locking it in other to avoid any other entrance apart from himself.

He stood by the door, he placed his head on the...