POV: Grace Baltazar
I can feel the cold air of the mountain as I started to drive up the mountain peaks. The roads were covered with abundant trees. Looking to my side, I can see the city in the distance. I don't see a person at all in this area and the air is as clean and fresh as ever. Being surrounded with nature that is.
I can finally see his house, amongst the trees. Lies an old fashion house. It looks as if it's some sort of hut or some sort... I suppose I would suspect that from Greg, he was a bit minimalistic and he never really liked the big city very much. Honestly, he was a bit reluctant to even work for me since he never really liked the bustling big city.
"So this is the place huh? I honestly assumed it to be a lot bigger... I didn't know he had such a small and tiny house. Damn." I passed by Greg's house. I carefully parked the car on the side of the road.
