"No... no, we're not..." Jorgen was a bit disoriented. Weren't they headed to rob some Asian's mansion? They had even planned to squeeze some money out of that Asian, but who could tell him what the hell was going on now?
So my massive mansion just disappeared? Now it's turned into St. Mary's Orphanage? Is this some kind of joke?
Jorgen instinctively took a step back. He felt that perhaps he had gotten too carried away with the 'leaves' that night, to the extent that he was having mental issues. All he needed to do was to leave this place, but as he was about to turn away, Jorgen realized that the corridor behind him had vanished.
There was only the howling wind and snow, and ahead, the quiet St. Mary's Orphanage.
"I... am I experiencing hallucinations? Damn it, Morgan, that old coot must have sold me some expired peppermint!" Watson cursed angrily. As he turned around intending to leave, he saw the stunned Jorgen and the wind and snow behind him, which made Watson fall silent.
