"Grandpa Jin, what happened to the orphanage behind your shop?"
The old man inside the shop looked up at Han Xuhan with a confused expression. Han Xuhan's heart clenched as he interpreted the gaze he was facing.
There was no sign of recognition in those eyes, those eyes that had looked at him with affection for as long as his native self could remember, belonging to the man who had been the grandfather figure of the entire orphanage for a decade.
"Orphanage? Where?" Craning his neck around, the old man peeked behind his shop and stared at the empty field there for a second. His face remained puzzled.
"Young man, I think you've got the place wrong. There's no orphanage around here," he said as he looked back at Han Xuhan.
"Ah, my mistake, then," Han Xuhan muttered as he turned to leave. Guts tightening, his mind compared the eerie similarities between the disappearance of Pine Town and the orphanage repeatedly.
