24

As I had my shower, I realise that Pops was right, whatever Kim had put over me, to heal me had worked wonders on my skin.

My scars were gone, and my skin looked flawless, like a batch of just produced milk, and my face had never looked so.....

Better.

And as much as I liked this.... Thing he had done, I knew it only added to the millions of questions I was beginning to have for him.

How did he know I was staring at his clothes?

How does he come into my room?

How does he get away with doing whatever he wants, especially when it involves me?

How, in the lord's name, does he own that house and how come I never see the butler anymore?

Who are his parents?

Did they know their son was a psycho?

How did he know where to find me since I can clearly remember falling down some sort of cliff?

How did he get those herbs he said helped heal me?

How can I speak that language that I still had no idea what it was?