The rain was pouring heavily over this past 2 weeks. The cold, and somehow damp weather is unpleasant as Ken couldn't stand the low temperatures. He playfully stacking the photos that just finally done for the new magazine's topic and after it was neatly placed on top of the coffee table, he put a single paper with a bold "Resignation" letter at the top center of it. He decided to stop working for the magazine where he, and his little brother worked at. He was there to support his beloved sibling, but now, he doesn't have the reason to stay there. He keep blaming himself after his brother, Ren, passed away due his carelessness. He shouldn't have forced the younger one to come with him in the rainy night like that. He should've known the road was slippery and he shouldn't speed up.
The blond let out a sigh and leaned on the couch with his eyes closed. A freelance photographer was his job, and now he's back to his old work again. Selling pictures of rare, mystical, or even abnormal things. But, he doesn't have any choice, since the pay was more high than the magazine one. His blue eyes glanced at the clock and he yawned. It was 2.31 A.M, and it was freezing. And here he is, sitting with only his baggy jeans, and black v-neck shirt with long sleeves. The bruises of the accident on his jaw and collar bone still visible, a dark, purple to black bruises. Even though it doesn't hurt anymore.
His phone's screen lit up as a new message went through his inbox. He tapped the screen to unlock the button and he read the message thoroughly. There's some weird guy asking him to go to the abandoned house at the east area, where most of the district was burned down in a fire. Almost half of the population died, and half of it were gone to another country. Somehow, he have a bad feeling about this but, maybe this would be wise to ask his assistant first. He glanced at the room upstair and was hesitant to went there and knocked the door. "Maybe I should talk about this in the noon."