Weslen sat in a room. The apartment was large enough and sufficient enough for a single person. Every necessary item needed was present. Ranging from tables, bed, TV, chair, bathroom. In fact it was a single room apartment.
Lying on the bed was the little boy he had saved from the criminals. He looked so innocent and he didn't deserve to be lost in this cruel world. He looked like a child of five or six years. He was sleeping comfortably on the bed. The ait conditioner that cooler the room made him sleep even more peacefully.
Weslen stared at the boy . He loved saving humans and especially young ones. The children meant a lot to him. He knew what pain would go through if they lost their child.
He stared at another life he had just saved. He still found it confusing why the criminals wanted him dead. From all indications, the boy had nothing to offer them..