Selyu had left, and under the night sky, Cork Street 121A appeared unusually peaceful. It was like a slumbering old man, quietly nestled in the corner of the street, with nothing but the flickering sign breaking its serene monotony.
Lorenzo tidied up his room, piling up the trash in a corner and scrubbing the moldy spots clean. Although it wasn't exhausting, it was bothersome. To Lorenzo, it was no easier than slaying a demon.
After a rough clean-up, Lorenzo returned to his room, climbing the stairs to come before two doors. Perhaps it had been too long since he'd seen them, but at this moment, Lorenzo felt a strange emotion.
For a brief instant, he recalled the past. The other door was half-open, with the sound of loud snoring echoing from within… Sadly, there was no going back. Since that storm, Lorenzo had locked Hig's room; everything inside remained as it was when he left, as if he might suddenly return one day.
