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Pt. 2 Ward arrived home, in a quiet house, barely lit inside, just the beam of light, through the kitchen window. He puts his Backpack down by the couch in the living room, turns the chandler lights on, and softly puts the brown beating bag on the small table. Ward was heating up his leftover Mac & Cheese, and then looking back at the beating bag. He started staring at it, and he pressed his hand over his chest, and feeling the beat of his heart. *TSK* Ward was startled when he heard a twig, from outside his front window. A hooded being immediately stepped aside. Ward gulped and held his breath for a few seconds, and then exhales. He stares at the window, he quickly checks outside his porch, breathing tensely. “Keep it safe,” Ward mumbled to himself. “Have no one see it.” Ward hurried inside and taking the bag in another room. He locked all the windows, and keeping the beating bag in his bedroom, on his bed. He continued his Mac & Cheese, but suddenly, he was slowly chewing the