That place was very warm—the kind of warmth Allen craved. He wanted to sleep there, together with his mother.
Allen knew that place no longer existed. After all, he was in a different dungeon this time. But still, standing in front of a door that was very similar to that one made Allen wonder. Then his suppositions turned into hopes.
a hope that never came true and one that Allen already knew would not come true.
But he still hoped.
His little heart wanted it.
When he opened the door, he wanted his mother to stand there, scolding him for going out.
Scolding him for going outside that door
Telling him it was dangerous outside.
Allen took hold of the cold doorknob and pulled it.
A bright light came out of the door as Allen pulled it, so bright that he had to squint his eyes. Allen knew what light was; it was the crystal light reflecting the outside world, precisely the same as the one in the dungeon of the Barkaley region.
