NARRATOR'S POV
Robbie and Brennan reached the ranch, upon their arrival the vast green fields and luscious plants greeted them. While the fresh air swifts through their hairs and gently kissing their skin- the noise from the center finally dwindled away just like a distant whisper, replaces by the rustling of the leaves and the neighs of the horses.
The two of them passed the wooden fences and walk straight to the small cottage, standing a few meters away from the fences.
"Hello?" Robbie called out as they stopped in front of the cottage.
"May, I help you?" the man popped out behind their backs- seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Startled Brennan hissed while his companion just turned to look at the man- he was wearing a long black shirt with its sleeves reaching all the way to his elbow. While the pants he's wearing is matching the color of his clothes, tied up with a brown belt and finished with a pair of brown riding boots.
