Find The Guy

10 minutes later, Achilles was walking through the street while looking left and right.

The scenery before him had been nothing but rows of deteriorated houses and sometimes a few homeless Abandoned who were sitting by the street while hugging their shivering bodies.

They had empty looks on their faces as of they were waiting for death to claim its rewards.

The sight was something Achilles was all too familiar with for a long time now, but it was still uncomfortable to see these people everywhere, especially when they saw him walk past them and pleading looks appeared on them, begging him to save them from their hellish sufferings.

Achilles had lost most of his empathy for other beings after being born anew, but some of his humanity still lingered deep within his heart. So he still felt a bit guilty for not helping them

'They're beyond saving.' He shook his head to forget about this matter and paid attention to what he was truly here for.

If these Abandoned had given up on trying to save themselves, then he could not help them even if he wanted to.

After walking for around 5 minutes, he arrived at the inner section of the slum and started looking for the address of each home while walking.

'I think it's number 23.' He mumbled in his mind while kept looking at the addresses of every house he walked past.

A while later, he stopped in his track in front of an old house that was in slightly better condition than others. It had a metal plate written with the number 23 on it next to the dark brown wooden door.

He walked up to the porch that led to the door and pressed the doorbell once.

Ding Dong!

Achilles right eye twitched slightly at the doorbell's tune, he thought to himself in amusement:

'The guy clearly has some sense of humor.'

He waited for someone to open the door but was met with complete silence, he pressed the doorbell again and waited for the guy he was looking for to come out.

'Gods...Have some manner when a visitor arrives at your house.' He was a bit irritated by the treatment he received.

He once again pressed the doorbell in annoyance. But just like the last two times, nothing but silence welcomed him.

'Fine then, you asked for this bastard.'He finally lost his temper and decided to teach the old asshole inside the house a lesson for ignoring a guest.

He started pressing madly onto the doorbell with his right finger, the speed he pushed onto the doorbell was getting faster and faster until his right hand began vibrating constantly.

This went on for a whole minute before he heard an angry voice came out from inside the house:

"Fuck! Who is the son of the bitch that kept pressing on my doorbell!!?"

Achilles took a step back from the door before it burst opened by a kick from the man inside the house. He had predicted that this would be happening since he tried to mess with the doorbell.

The man behind the door was an old man with thin hair and many wrinkles on his face. He had a fearsome scar that stretched from ontop of his left eyebrow to the left side of his lips, created an intimidating look. His eyes were dull brown color with eyebags underneath them, it looked like he hadn't slept in days.

The man looked up to meet Achilles' eyes since the latter was much taller than him, he scrunched his eyebrows as he said in a extremely mad voice:

"Were you the brat that kept pressing on my doorbell? Do you have a dead wish you little bitch?"

Achilles listened to the old man's blabbering for 10 more seconds before rolling his eyes and decided to interject him:

"Frank, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it?"

The man was about to grumble more but suddenly heard Achilles' words and he froze in one place. He looked directly into the latter's eyes with an incredulous and surprise feeling printed on his face.

This only lasted for a split second before the man regained his composure and took a deep breath, then said in a friendly voice:

"Of course, but you still always should carry your umbrella." He moved to a side to let the kid in front of him to come in.

Achilles saw this action and a devious smile crept up on his face, he walked inside the old man's house while keeping both his eyes on him without even closing them.

He was not an idiot to get inside a stranger's house so defenselessly.

After confirming that Achilles had entered the house and there was nobody else on the door, the old man slammed the door shut with one hand as he said in a grave tone:

"...Who taught you that password?"