The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,Two months ago, one late night while I was driving to get supplies, I found this kid in his pajamas lying on the side of the road unconscious. I don't know what came over me, but my head got hot and I brought him back.,Izana instinctively gathered her ki in her eyes, focusing on Heather who was arguing with Old Jack while picking up scattered merchandise by the shelves.。