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Liam half slams the door to his room, his breath panting and he furrows his brows, actually frowning at the pain. Cold sweat ran down his forehead and he felt excruciating pain all over his body. Liam tried to catch his breath, but a rancid smell wafted from his nose filled with fresh blood, flowing non-stop until it reached frightening levels.

He wiped the blood from his nose with his handkerchief, then threw the red handkerchief on the floor. His legs were shaking, he was shuffling trying to reach the bed, but apparently the bed was too far for him.

 His body fell to the floor, losing consciousness.

When Liam opened his eyes, he was in a faint white room. His eyes blinked because of the light that contrasted with the darkness that always surrounded him. Having overcome the light, Liam looked around the room. The first thing he saw was Roy Wijaya. The old man looked somber, sitting in the chair next to his bed.

"Grandpa, you come back from London?"