"Huh? Where’s the person?"
The wind had died down. The setting sun was gradually swallowed by the thick layer of gray clouds in the sky. It was as if someone had casually washed the whole scenery with gray paint. On the reddish ground not far from them, there was a very faint indent; a few wild blades of grass on the ground bent to one side as if they had just been under something. Yet, no one really saw what happened.
Snow stood just beside the place where the male posthuman had disappeared. He was standing by the edge of the ridge, which had a gentle slope that slid into a valley.
Everyone could see the confusion hidden behind the man’s bearded face—he stared at the empty space beside him blankly for a few seconds. He was just about to walk closer to examine when he heard B.Rabbit shouting, "Little Snow!"
"Huh?" he looked back with his huge eyes, "Boss, why did you call me?"
