Northern Borough, 123 Welsh Street.
Jason dropped his bag to the ground and looked emotionally around his childhood room. The place felt very familiar but also odd at the same time.
A genuine smile grew on his face as he remembered young him running around the room, playing, and training. He spent most of the time alone, so he had to find ways to entertain himself.
On the bookshelf, instead of books, there were miniature toy motorcycles that had very bright colors.
On the walls, there were motorcycle posters.
As a kid, Jason was a motorcycle enthusiast, as he thought of them as cooler than cars.
At that moment, a figure appeared in the doorway and knocked on the open door.
"I will take a short trip to the city. If you are hungry, order some food." Jack said and sauntered back to the downstairs.
