The last minute.

Indeed, life is so private that Torque, as he was popularly known sat alone on a high bar stool next to the counter, inimbling his favorite liquor brand and talking excitedly to the waitresses who seemed to enjoy his sense of humour. Beside him were several other patrons each holding their drinks, some accompanied by their girls, others watching football while some were lost deep in thought as they drained whatever contents they had asked for.

A pungent smell of alcohol and a thick smoke of cigarettes made the already dimmed room darker as revellers wasted away their nights, but to Torque, he was living in his last minutes on earth.

Since day break when he left his rented house, all his activities were all in preparation for his departure to the next life.

At just over 6 feet in height, He curved his weight with the quite confidence of a man who knew his own power.

Broad shoulders and a thick, muscular chest, toned with a dark skin, a sharp jaw line which emphasized the strength in his arms made him impossible to ignore.

As he sat there, he kept on attracting company; mostly female company who saw an alpha in him. He was so generous that night and so he paid for their drinks, threw some seductive words here and there before he shifted his attention to his wrist watch which had a count down of up to midnight.

With less than 100 minutes, he approached a waitress who was was kind enough to give him a blank sheet of a paper and a calculator.

In the course of the day, he had sold all his earthly possessions and transferred every coin to his bank account, which he ran from his mobile phone.

They included his house holds, his two garages, a motor vehicle, several plots he had bought and a pub he co-owned with his friend, to...