The man lowered the car window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the house by the roadside, motionless for a long time.
Mason took a puff, the tobacco scent filling his mouth, making his brain even clearer.
The smoke swirled around, blurring his vision.
Along with that rundown house, everything seemed a touch blurry.
In the haze, he seemed to see many unfamiliar scenes again, causing his head to throb with a dull pain.
When the cigarette burnt out, Mason raised his hand to flick the butt onto the ground, then opened the car door and stepped out.
He stood in front of the yard, pausing for a while.
Though he remembered nothing, it felt instinctual, making him somewhat resist and reject this place.
Like standing at the entrance now, his legs struggled to move forward.
His entire body resisted this place...
The more it was like this, the more certain he became that something must be wrong here.
