"Ha, being alone is boring... that's weird, I've always been alone and never found it boring."
Raith looked around the house as he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head.
After trying to count the number of strays that were used to make the roof and failing over and over again he stood up and walked outside.
Compared to the night he arrived at the cabin, it was different, the snow could still be seen on the floor but very few and the plane black grounds were clear.
He bent down to feel the ground and he couldn't help the familiarization.
"It's just like the ground in the abyss..."
He muttered.
'I guess the abyss really created this place and spat out the demons'
He stood and stretched his waist left and right then his arms. He looked around the environment.
"I didn't notice the short wooden fences before..."
