Nana stood in the kitchen, hands on her hips, surveying the unfamiliar appliances and gadgets that cluttered the countertops. Since they arrived, hunger had begun to gnaw at her, prompting her search for sustenance. However, her quest was quickly met with confusion and frustration.
"Where in the world is the wood?" she muttered to herself, scanning the room for any sign of the familiar fuel she was accustomed to using for cooking. Growing up on the island, they relied on traditional methods, but this modern kitchen presented a whole new set of challenges.
She approached the stove cautiously, eyeing the sleek surface and perplexing knobs. "Gas cooker?" she mumbled, reading the name off the object. She had seen Reggie and the others move some of the equipments in earlier. Turned out the safe house was never really setup and it seemed that way because a lot of things still needed to be fit in the right place.
