The night has come. The cold air that passed through Dave's body seemed to gently caress his skin, causing a cold feeling that he felt uncomfortable to it somehow.
All the first graders were gathered by the beach once again to wait for the large bonfire which had not yet been burned.
Aryo finally lit the torch in his hand and walked slowly towards the pile of wood that had been collected earlier that afternoon by the first graders appointed by the student council members to look for it in the middle of the forest.
Burnnnn~ ...
The piles of firewood that had previously been smeared with kerosene were now burning violently, changing the dark atmosphere that was originally only the light of the crescent moon as the only light there now to be quite bright and also warm.
