An endless wilderness.
On the broad highway, a Greyhound bus chased the setting sun, carrying dream-chasers from small towns toward the metropolis of Los Angeles. All the passengers on the bus were sound asleep. Amid the bumpy ride, a passenger wearing a baseball cap, who had been nodding off, suddenly lifted his head. As if startled awake from a dream, he looked around in a daze before reclining back into his seat wearily.
It's been a long time since I've felt this tired.
Dean sighed.
Ever since he got on the cruise ship, his mind had been on edge, and it wasn't until he left the tightly controlled military base that he truly relaxed. That was also why he chose to take the bus back to Los Angeles.
Dean rubbed his face and dove into his thoughts to check the alert that had woken him up: [Miniature Model Murder Case, murderer has been eliminated, Experience Points +200.]
The Miniature Model Murderer is dead?
A flash of surprise and suspicion crossed Dean's eyes.
