The temperature in the Federation was about ten degrees cooler than in Auslan, but Carl, sitting in the wind, felt his body burning up. He quietly finished another cigarette, but the pain from his wound was still unrelieved, so he stood up, surrounded by cigarette butts on the ground.
"Looks pretty decent..." he muttered to himself as he looked at the lit room.
Unlike the doll in his nightly dreams, the person who had just walked out was a delicate-looking young man, but Carl, seeing those bright eyes and the little expressions when angry, knew at first glance that it was her.
He looked up at the night sky once more; he was more than familiar with the nights in the Federation, but none felt like tonight, compelling him to keep gazing.
He took out a piece of chewing gum and popped it into his mouth, tiredly closed his eyes, and a second later, disappeared from the spot.
Two-story building.