Scramble 1

Elvin, England, Europe.

There was a white mansion in the outskirts, the mansion’s roof had a serrated pattern, the doors and windows were all arch-shaped, and occasionally one could see round pillars supporting the building.

A black person in a white shirt and black slacks was going in and out of the house.

There were green grassy yards all around the mansion, each patch of grass trimmed unnaturally tidily.

The sky was cloudy and dark, the sun covered by clouds, making the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

On the grass, an old black man with a red tie was casually surfing the internet on his phone, he sat in a chair under an umbrella to block off the sun, but his gaze kept wandering to a bunch of pretty women playing nearby in front of him.