Charles Ban was moving into his newly rented home on a windy evening.

He had stopped receiving his usual monthly allocation from his elder brother Mr. Ban because Mr. Ban had asked him to return to where he was coming from before he continued to pay him monthly.

''But the money is mine! As in, it is my entitlement from our parents, so how come you are holding it back?'' Charles Ban asked his elder brother, but Mr. Ban insisted on holding onto that money.

''Your money is safe. I opened another account which I pay the money into, but I put up a standing order that the money would not be touched until twenty-four months has passed. Hopefully, by that time you would have returned to your senses and must have left the country. I don't know why you insist on risking your life,'' Mr. Ban said.

Charles Ban's eyes shone in disbelief.

''Two whole years, Damien?'' He asked Mr. Ban.

''Yes. If you accept to go back, I can stop paying into that account, and then continue the drops into your