Chapter 68 The Shadowy Figure

• Most sluggishly, Kayden pushed the door open and plopped down into the luxurious, creamy white couch inside his compact living room, its calming softness coaxing a deep, exhausted breath from his lips.
• The apartment, built in an American style had open layout that laid the kitchen bare, so much that anyone staying in the living room would have a direct view of the most prominent parts.
• As usual, Kayden's eyes of their own accord, strayed towards the kitchen space, a small whine escaping his lips as he took in the sorry state of its features. The sink was a mess, piled high with dirty dishes that seemed to be breeding a pungent aroma, while the ash-white counter was a crime scene, splattered with tomato ketchup and littered with the remnants of slurpy spaghetti sticks.