The Saint Petersburg

In the back alley of a bread shop located in an ordinary town

A youth looked around as he waited for a long time before a Russian woman came out and shoved a bag filled with pieces of bread to him. As the youth rejoiced, he proficiently took out the biggest one in the bag and stuffed it in his mouth before he ran off. As he ran off, he spun his arm like a windmill with the bag flinging around in his hand.

Just when he was about to reach home, he suddenly slowed down when he saw a familiar Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked by the roadside. Seeing the bike, the joy in his eyes instantly disappeared and was replaced with hatred. When he went up the building, his footsteps became slower and slower.

The metal gate on the fourth floor wasn’t closed, a small seep was left open. Walking to the door, he gently pulled it open and heard the crude voices of a man and woman.

It wasn’t the first time he encountered this situation. Gnashing his teeth, he had an urge to barge in, but he soon lost his courage. He knew that with his current ability,...