A sixteen year-old man, by the name of John (Johnathan P. Shepard), was standing by the doorways of Bronson community college on campus, where he finished all his paperwork and completed his college courses for the whole semester in April. Still, he would prefer to attend Parallax Brooke University to get more credits from his academics. But as soon as he heard a similar voice coming from the swaddled aura mixed in a coalition of abstruse and deep oblique after walking out of the gates of Bronson, the strangled clangor which transmuted into shivering whispers held captured in hostage cast into the deep complexioned nourishment and unreleased expectations, definitely turned from brackish plots to a suited peace that hovered over the gestures of wind whirling around the clear blue sky transformed into mid-air, caused the havoc to exposed its desirable momentum. “What the heck was that?” he asked, leaping back fearfully, along with his books drooping spontaneously unto the cold, concrete froze in asperity underneath a mordant convalesced stance loaded with anxiety and frequency substances, ascended unto the puddle of precognitive incompetence, distinguished. Watching over his surroundings as he looked around to see if the ghost was clear with no surveillance creeping him without losing his focus, an appearance which was overshadowed by the darkened side of the inner efficiency that fulfilled the whole space because the aggrandizing suspicion that sustained a specific atonement which lays stumbled into the life uphold which yields in unpredictability bewitched by paroxysm took a toll on John as he quickly spun behind and saw a young woman, by the age of twenty-five, cat-walking over to the DMD ride expanding her moments of slowing down while captivating every scene starting with: Jet-black clothes, high-heel boots, and dark sunglasses. Creating a scenery, she headed towards the vehicle and stopped, now swift her body to the other side, ready to face John in facade, settled, but in agreement.

While driving, they were having a conversation about where to keep in all the money in one stock in order to make a deal to receive some check bills and grouse the amount made by the international governor, which was left behind, especially after the duplication of the hurricane that landed in Severance county three months ago. After they pulled over and reached to the center of the road sphere, the mysterious woman parked her vehicle beside the gibed double-doors, finally made it to their destination, which leads to the effrontery of the palace of Timon hotel inc. So now both, John and she, tiptoed into the entrance of the building, once the gates were unlocked and no one was watching.

Something upheld with efficiency.