Ben Lange
The next morning, a purple-haired young man arrived in front of a mansion. From the outside, this mega-mansion looked classic since it had been built with white bricks.
The young man raised his vision and saw the chimney poked out the center of the roof, releasing purified smoke.
"I see. Someone is there, huh." The young man smiled and fixed his messy blue shirt and tightened the black belt that hung his black leather pants.
He lifted his bag, took a glance at the gate, and couldn't help but smile when he found some scratches on it. It contained many memories.
Ultimately, he shook his head and walked inside, opening the door alone since he never said anything about his return to surprise them.
When he entered the house, the young man looked left and right before deciding to go in the opposite direction of the chimney and stopping not long after in front of a wooden door.