章 94: The One-Point Birthday Gift

On the ground beside the office building, an overgrown garden fights for attention, its once-planned geometry swallowed by unchecked nature. Thistles and brambles have overrun flower beds, and what must have been a pathway is now a tangle of weeds. The garden seems to echo with the ghosts of care and attention it once received, a haunting lament that adds another layer to my unfolding mystery.

I venture further to investigate a two-story house, its dimensions approximately 40 meters by 40 meters. The architecture is old-fashioned, reminiscent of a forgotten era, and time has clearly taken its toll. The peeling paint and warped wooden panels betray years, if not decades, of neglect. 

I look behind me and see the towering buildings of the White Area. What a stark contrast between two-story buildings and those with a hundred floors. Truly, this is injustice.