Out of nowhere, the wind blew harshly and its cold breeze touched Syra's skin.
To protect herself against it, she hugged the trench coat closer, the scent of its owner was still lingering on its garment and for some unknown reason, Syra found the smell quite comforting.
The smell was not overpowering, nor intoxicating, just enough to give one a fresh and cool smell, much like that of an aftershave foam.
"Errr???"
Syra was caught off guard when she felt something protruding out from the trench coat and so she reached to the inside of one of its pockets to take out the item. To her surprise, she found a fat wallet inside!
"Well, I guess my savior forgot to check this coat for any of his belonging before giving it to me."
Allowing her curiosity to take the better half of her, Syra decided to check what was on the wallet. Besides, she reckoned that it was also a blessing in disguise.
Maybe through that wallet, she could get to meet her savior once again and finally expressed her deepest gratitude for his effort of snatching her out from the claws of death.
For the umpteenth time ever since that evening, Syra was once again left flabbergasted because when she opened the wallet, the sight that greeted her eyes was bundles of cash.
Likewise, on top of the huge amount of sum inside it, the same fat wallet also contained almost all of the identification card of its owner.
"Now, I have all the more reason to find its owner."
Despite being broke, never, not even in the slightest second did the thought of running away with the money ever crossed Syra's mind.
She was adamant about returning that wallet to its rightful owner at all costs.
So rummaging through the wallet, Syra tried her best to make sense of the words written on each card.
One should not forget that she was dyslexic. So the simple task of reading was quite a daunting task when it came down to her.
"Eh? Weird!"
She whispered as she reached out to a rather plain looking card. Among the different cards presented before her, only the one that looked like it was made out from the bark of a tree managed to catch Syra's eyes.
She was not sure how but for some stroke of luck, she was able to read the words written on it just fine.
Just to make sure, Syra tried to memorize the address indicated on the card, lest her dyslexia tried to play a trick on her later on and made her unable to read it just like the others.
Although she was not exactly sure where to go and which direction to take or to start, Syra was adamant about finding the owner of the wallet, whom she believed to be the same person as her savior.
Unsure of where to go she just allowed her instinct to take the lead. Fortunately, her intuition was reliable as it did not take that long before she arrived at the address indicated in one of the cards.
"Is this where he resides???"
Standing before the residence of her alleged savior, Syra's face could not help but twitch. The house that stood before her was an old mansion but just the ambiance that it radiated alone was enough to shiver down to anyone who laid eyes on it.
In fact, it even looked like an abandoned haunted house!
The old mansion created a stark contrast within the entire neighborhood. Other houses may not be grand but it was at least normal looking and one look was enough to guess that someone was residing in those houses.
On the contrary, the one before Syra looked extremely dilapidated that even appeared to be inhabited for almost a decade at most.
"Whatever, since I am here already, I better give it a try then. There is no harm in trying anyway. I have nothing to lose."
Syra told herself as she slowly made her way towards its entrance.