Kapitel 45: Bewildered by the Nostalgia

"We're here."

Marvel informed me when we had arrived in front of a house. It was a two-floored type ancient house with an ash-colored wall. The lone building on the wide yard was surrounded by trees of green leaves.

Under the darkening sky, the clouds gathered. I could clearly hear the steady rumble of thunder even if it was so far away. The gentle rustle of an afternoon breeze was enough to disturb my peace, signing a rainstorm to follow.

I scanned my surroundings. Plus a helicopter that brought us here, three cars had been parked in the yard. With that amount of seats, at the very least, a dozen of adults should have been there, but I saw nobody. It was safe to assume that those people had entered the only house above this ground.