"May I pass?"
After pushing the teenager's shoulder in front of him with the back of his hand, Mel began to walk through the space that just opened. Pushed by the person he had just spoken to, the young man was blown like a leaf caught in the spring winds. With his appearance, the voices stopped, and no one came in front of him until he came to the door of the Fourth House.
"Mel!"
People inside the house shouted excitedly, but the old man put the forefinger of his right hand on his lips and made a hush sign. This attitude was not to suppress their enthusiasm for seeing Mel, but because of the Fifth House official's commitment to the rules. Mel was familiar with what was happening. He also had passed through this route about a month ago.
