Kain’s head was feeling awful. He had never blacked out drinking, but this was the closest thing he could fathom to the morning hangover afterward, an experience he had heard many of his colleagues complain about every Monday morning. Despite his headache, Kain had no time to reminisce about his peers’ hangover grumblings because he had a more important thing …

“The difference is that you’re asking me to take a whole house off your hands! This isn’t some apple pie that the neighbor baked or a free windshield replacement, this is entirely different!” Trunks replied, feeling exacerbated. He accepted kind gifts from the community, not entire houses off-handedly. “I know you think it’s weird, but I want this place to …

Kain, almost feeling desperate or paranoid, began to take apart the pile of chairs that sat in the corner. He pulled them out, one by one, until he had a row of old chairs, an old army helmet, and a long case. Reaching for the case, he stopped for a moment. He knew he was being paranoid and silly, but …

He was alone once again. “Brings back old memories.” he muttered. Unlocking the front door, he stepped into his parents’ house. It was devoid of inhabitants, but it was filled with memories for Kain. The standing mirror that stood against the wall in the front hallway was one of them. He could vividly remember his mother’s affection as she measured …