Ash was sitting on the bed, his feet swinging to and fro as he stared at the wall before him. Nothing was interesting, just black wallpaper, a picture of a flower beside the door and the black door itself.
Although he was staring at the wall, he imagined everything he had recently learned spread out on the wall across the border as he tried to organise it all. And there was just so much going on; he didn’t know where he was meant to start.
At a time like this, when he felt like he didn’t find an answer soon, he would go to his siblings, and the four of them, well, five including Alex, would brainstorm ideas on how they could help him. But this, this was too dangerous, he realised.
There was too much at play, and he didn’t know how to them to face head-on. And, honestly, he didn’t want
