It was deep night, there were only a few people and cars on the street.

Morgart walked with Megan to her house, Megan helped him a little to walk, since he was covered in fresh scars, his clothes were torn and there were handcuffs on his neck and hands that were putting terribly pressure on him.

"You don't have to help me... I can walk on my own..." Morgart's voice was very tired, as if he was about to faint.