In no time, Alexander arrived at the foot of the hill.
The place was forested and steep, but Alex found the exact spot written on the note in no time at all, as if he didn't need to even have to search for it.
The moment he stood there, Alex's blazing eyes fell towards the man who was nonchalantly playing the flute as he sat on the grass with his left knee folded, while he leaned against a wall right next to an old wooden door that was already decaying.
"Zeke." Alex squinted his eyes as he glared down at him. However, Zeke simply looked up at him, unfazed, as he continued playing the flute, as coolly as ever.
Alex was about to approach the man when suddenly, his eyes were drawn towards the old door beside him.
