Morning had arrived.
A young man sat slouched on a garden bench within the Virellano family estate — Al.
The traces of fatigue were obvious on his face. Dark shadows hung beneath his eyes, swollen and heavy, as if sleepless nights had taken permanent residence there. The past three days had been nothing short of relentless — endless movement, decisions, and subtle battles that offered little room for rest.
In the end, his body was still that of a seventeen-year-old. A youth forced to endure the workload and mental strain of a fully grown man. It wasn't that he demanded extra sleep or comfort, but even so, it was far too early for his body to be pushed past its natural limits.
He had already arrived at the construction site.
Across the area, workers were scattered around, preparing their tools and exchanging morning chatter.
