Alvi stared blankly at the nothingness before him, his mind dee in his thoughts.
To his side was an empty chair. If he was still alive, his son would be in it.
Now left with no family in the world whatsoever, perhaps the flame of life no longer burned in the weary old bones.
"Damn it." He cursed silently as he picked up the glass filled with amber liquid before him.
"Drinking too much will worsen your health, Alvi."
The rim of the glass stopped just an inch away from his lips.
His mouth wrinkled into a wry smile.
He tilted his head.
Seated in the empty chair, Cain wore a small smile on his lips.
"You've finally been let out. I was wondering when you'd come to see me."
Cain shrugged,
"Sorry. I had a lot of things to take care of."
Alvi hummed and nodded,
"I can tell."
He paused for a moment then added,
"You've really done a lot, haven't you."
Cain smiled wryly,
"The plans to the development weren't actually done by me."
