Eric was thoughtful, looking at the passing scenery outside the car window, on the way to the house, recalling the principal's expression as if he was hiding something.
'I hope Eileen is fine; as for others, I don't care,' he thought to himself, feeling a bad premonition spreading through his heart.
After a while, a car parked on the familiar street. Eric walked outside, observing the same street and houses around. Nothing had changed in these years, except for a few more houses appearing on previously empty lands.
Standing in front of the house he had lived in for six years, Eric rang the bell. After a while, the door opened, revealing an unrecognizable man who looked at Eric with a raised brow and asked thoughtfully, "You are?"
"Excuse me, where is Alvin Ash? This house belongs to him, am I right?" Eric asked politely.
