Lilia and Jean walked in silence. The man held Lilia's hand tightly and occasionally helped her so she wouldn't fall on the slippery part. Jean's caution saved Lilia from an embarrassing moment such as falling and slipping, but it also made their walking speed slower than usual.
The nameplate attached to the village gate looked worn with time. The words 'Arum Village' on the board were barely legible after years of rain and sunshine. Lilia looked around the village that seemed neglected.
As Jean led her to one of the wooden houses to the east of the village, Lilia finally spoke up. "Jean, hasn't construction started here yet?" She curiously asked.
The houses here looked like they had been neglected for years. The wood was rotten and the walls were covered with vines. Not only that, the path inside the village was also overgrown with weeds. How long had it been since someone lived in this place?
