Rendition

Sometimes Alastor questions their sense of security, because every time he walks by this apartment complex, he can’t see a single security guard. He knows that people living here have surprising abilities but isn’t it too odd if their homes are not that secure for the eyes of public people.

Disregarding his thoughts, Alastor strolled inside. He had to make a few trips before reaching the top floor where Layla lives.

Alastor stalled outside her home. He bangs the door twice to make his presence known and it didn’t fail. The woman harshly opens the door, her face flushed in red.

“What happened to you?” Alastor queried.

“You don’t want to know.” She replied, panting. “What do you want?”

“I would like to ask how to return to my homeworld.”

She tilted slightly her head.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I thought you knew.”

“I won’t be here if I already have the answer to that question.”

She sighed. “Well, you never told me how you came here.”