A group of people were gathered in front of a small house. One side of the house led to a jungle and the other side led to a hill with a strange structure on top of it.
"It's the house you told us about? It's smaller than I imagined!"
"Haha!"
At the blonde boy's remark, the young man with long, light-brown hair chuckled gently and stepped forward. Searching through his loose robe, he took out a pair of keys and stood in front of the door. The hand holding the keys paused midway as he stared at the keyhole in a daze.
"...."
It's been many years since he left this house to look for a certain man, and here he was, back at the house, without even a single clue about the said person's whereabouts.
All the flowers in the garden had withered, the grass was covering the whole place, and the house looked old and damaged. Anyone could say that no one has set foot here in ages.
