Due to the winter season, there was not a soul on the streets, as it was completely deadly cold, and in the large mansion in a fine neighborhood, your grandfather's wife, Grace, who of course was more Younger than your grandfather, while you simply prepared to ignore her, she smoked one of the cigarettes from the gold pack.

"What a quiet boy you are..."

She murmured softly understanding the cigarette.

"Are you going to be like this all day?"