Chapter 31
Author: Mirage Sha
last update2025-01-22 10:20:24

The crisp morning air was laced with the faint scent of dew as Simon stepped out for his daily walk. The city was just beginning to stir, the streets alive with the soft hum of cars and the occasional chatter of early risers. Simon, dressed in a simple yet impeccably tailored tracksuit, kept his pace steady, his thoughts adrift as he moved through the familiar route.

As he rounded a corner near a quiet park, a voice called out behind him, startling him slightly.

"Simon? Is that really you?"

Simon turned, his sharp eyes falling on a figure jogging toward him. The man was a familiar face, though it was one Simon would have preferred to forget. It was John—an old classmate from university, a man known for his silly antics and hypocritical nature.

"John," Simon said evenly, his voice betraying none of the reluctance he felt.

John beamed, his face lighting up as he clapped Simon on the shoulder in an overly familiar manner. “Wow, it’s been ages! What are the odds, huh? You’re still the sam
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