Hundred and Sixteen.

It’s been hours since the visit from the messengers of the trinities and Lyon still wouldn’t stop thinking about what to do.

“How unlucky can I be?” He muttered to himself as he sank into the couch, it was mid-afternoon already and since he didn’t want to go to the organization yet, he was alone with Abraham.

“It’s not your fault,” Abraham responded and it wasn’t until then that Lyon knew he said those words out loud.

“You’re not unlucky and instead of thinking of yourself as unlucky, what we should be doing is thinking of a way to avoid all of this.” He added.

Lyon nodded in agreement, there was no time for him to wallow in self pity or blame all that’s happening on his luck.

What he should be thinking about was a way forward but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop putting blame on himself.

“But what if the multiple deaths refers to Chelsey and Kelvin and then you guys?” He asked, his voice heavy with worry.

“I won’t be able to forgive myself because all these while all I’v