The man got on the motorbike. David got on the motorbike. He completely followed the man’s words without the slightest suspicion. There was only one thing on David’s mind. Money.

The motor runs fast. The journey took quite a while. David looked around the area. Slum area. It was even more shabby than the area near his orphanage.

“Uncle, is it still long to arrive?” he asked. The speed of the motor slows down. Every time David looked to the side of the road, there would always be someone staring at him with an indescribable look. There were quite a few homeless that David saw. And some of them look drunk. Either drunk because of drinking alcohol or because of drugs and other things. Little David didn’t really understand.

“Almost get there. Just be quiet, no need to ask much, kid,” he said.

So David was silent. He waited until the motor finally stopped. David looked around. A pretty big old house. It looks quite haunted with a very wide page. There are lots of chickens running around. A