Chapter 22: Difficult Times
What I heard from the old man was enough. I now knew who my next target should be. This was no longer just a matter of personal justice—it was a way to send a clear message to all the vile and corrupt people in this world: every atrocious action has its rightful punishment.
I stood up and bid the old man goodbye, as night had already fallen during our long conversation. But before we parted ways, I asked for his name. He introduced himself as Niel.
Looking him in the eye, I said, "Sir Niel, don't worry. The demons you spoke of, especially that pastor, will find their rightful place in hell. Just wait, and never lose your faith in God. Justice will come, one way or another."
With that, I left, carrying with me the weight of his pain—and a newfound determination to ensure that people like Pastor Jun would face the consequences of their actions.
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When I got home and finally had a chance to rest, I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling of my apartment. The events of the day were overwhelming, and I was struggling to process everything I had learned.
My thoughts drifted to the old man, Sir Niel, and the heavy story he had shared with me. The pain and despair he carried were undeniable, and I could only imagine how he must still be searching for his daughter, Patricia, even at this very moment.
But for now, I decided I had learned enough for the day. Tomorrow, my focus would be clear—finding Pastor Jun. It was time to take action, and perhaps, it was also time to add another crow to my tarot card.
Before going to bed, I sent Kath a text message. I would need her help for the plan I was about to set into motion. I told her to meet me near the bus station tomorrow. This would be our first mission together, and I was determined to make it count. With that thought, I let the weight of the day fade as sleep slowly claimed me.