章節 34: XXXIV. Journal Entries.

The cabin of Mr. Graymann was built leaning on the cobblestone walls at the right, pointing to Merry Oaths. It was a small cabin made of worn-down oak wood and a neat porch at the entrance, where an insect killer lamp hung above the door.

Despite its current state, the rustic appearance was something that Vanilla could not help but like and feel nostalgic about; it was like the cabin of her father in the swamps, where he loved to fish in.

She approached and got on the porch, looking inside through the cracks on the door. The carrier effect of Custos Cattus allowed her to spot everything inside that otherwise would be consumed by the dark.

But nothing looked particularly out of place.

"It won't budge," She said. The rusty knob resisted the twisting of her hand.

The pup in a black sweater leaned his paws on it. "So, we can't get inside?"