Arriving before his familiar door, Nolan's hand stretched forth to open it.
Yet, when he grabbed and pulled, the knob on the door fell into his palm, and the door slowly opened by itself.
"The doorknob was broken," Nolan mused silently to himself as he stepped into the house.
However, what met his gaze made him sigh a little.
Right now, all of his chairs, tables, and study desks had cracked apart.
There was a gigantic crater at the center of his room, ruining his floor, and cracks covered the walls.
It looked as though someone had tried to demolish the building, only to leave it in a state where it wouldn't fall to the ground, but was still utterly wrecked.
Still, two things remained standing.
One was his school bag, which was placed carefully.
Loooking into the wardrobe, he found nothing but burnt pieces of his clothes, which disintegrated into thin air when he touched them.
