Prologue
He walked through the empty living room. Cold wind blew the small cracks in the walls. Small slivers of light from the full moon shine through the cracks on the ceiling.
It was now winter time. Winter was always a rough time. Especially for his grandparents in their older ages now. Long nights, rough colds, aching joints and muscles. They needed better. They deserved better.
He needed to get some warmth in the old shack of a home. He tried his best to light a match at the old fireplace, but with every swipe, a cold gust of wind blew the flame out.
Getting frustrated with his failed attempts, he fished in the pocket of his jeans for the old cigarette lighter he kept on himself at all times.
He wasn't a smoker himself, but whenever a fire needed to be lit, whether it was out in the streets or in the comforts of his home, he would provide the helping hand to light it.
Flicking his thumb with one strong movement, he quickly saw a bulky reliable flame light up the space around him.
He quickly lit a small piece of paper that he had laid down on the floor beside him. With a huff threw it into the stack of wood in front of him.
As the fire started to warm up and crackle behind him. He stood up and let the fire quickly warm up his legs. It felt like ice seemed to melt inside of them as the flames started to warm up the room around him as well.
He looked across the room to see the picture of his grandparents. It was their wedding day. His grandfather was dressed in a very traditional black and white suit and tie. While, his grandmother was dressed in a beautiful wedding dress that drug the ground behind her.
His sweet grandparents. His sweet poor grandparents. After it happened, they had spent every single remaining penny in their pockets to get this house for themselves and their grandson.
Soon after, they had tried to get back into the rental business again. The house only had three rooms, but his grandparents tried to tidy them and up and make them look as nice as possible.
However, despite their hardships, business was slim. The travelers were few, and they had small wallets as well.
He tried to shake the negative thoughts out of his head. Despite how hard things were, he needed to make the best out of it. For him, and his grandparents.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
He heard the sound echo through the house. He craned his head and looked at the front door to his left. Fearing what might be waiting for him, he made sure he had his gun tucked away in the front of his belt.
After a quick reassurance of his safety, he silently took a step towards the door.