Amon slowly opened the door and stepped out of his new house. The weather was as usual. Grey clouds covered the sky, blocking the sunlight from reaching the earth.
A cold breeze hit his face.
"Same sight as always," Amon muttered. Then he heard some murmurs.
People were talking outside.
'At least there are a few good things here.'
Amon started walking, observing the village.
On the way, a few people greeted him. Amon greeted them back with a kind smile.
Just after moving away from his home, he saw three figures sitting on a wooden bench near the center of the village. They looked about his age.
He observed them carefully as he walked closer.
They looked around eighteen years old—about the same age as him. Two young men and one woman.
