8:00 pm :
It's no use... its getting dark and the street lamps are fading...

I feel guilt that i cannot come on the warehouse last night...but i feel the heralds has the reason to make me not to come...

I saw a simple cafe and i remember a friend... he is quite good when i see him but the memories fades away...

his friend only reminds me that he is already gone...

thats the only time i realize what i have to do ... go to some of comrades and gave them warning...

9:00 pm :
i knock on the "rathole" as it was known in our circles and as usual they treat me as a filthy nomad along the street... but i dont care... i just want to do my calling... calling as a martyr...

they plan up for something that will discover where the other like us are missing... the heralds say to me that they are dead but they don't believe me... i just know that the end his near...

i want to go out and just as one of them was checking the phone outside... i come with him wishing that he will know it by himself... waiting for some progress, and catching everyone's breath...

i saw one of them shot a civilian at the middle of the street and i came rushing to help the wounded but it is no use he is already gone...

i know my friend is wrong because the one he shooted is not wrong...but i understand it... it is his way as well as my action is my way... i decided to print a sign "compass" down the sign of "trap" in the victims splashed blood. Hoping that they will follow me where the compass points...

i think that my calling is near i fell my destiny runs through my veins... i had to go...

10:00 pm :
Its time to find it out, i saw a train station hoping its the other way...i saw two