chapter 1591 catharsis

The night on Seventh Avenue was very quiet, devoid of excessive noise. Occasionally, laughter and merry voices would drift over from other villas, indicating that the residents here were mostly detached from the worries that plague the majority of the world. Mateo looked up, the night sky a blanket of darkness. "You can't see the stars at all," Mateo sighed, reminiscing about the times when stars were visible in the city during his childhood. Mateo stood alone under the veil of night. A voice...