On a quieter side of the village, a series of small wooden houses made a loose boundary between the evergreen forest and Losla. A single house in this line of houses pointed out to the forest instead of into the town.

“Hmm, I thought I would be more excited about tomorrow, but I feel nothing.” Mark folded his hands, sitting on a step outside his small house facing the forest. A cup of tea sitting next to him periodically made wisps of steam which smelt sweetly pleasant to Mark. His front yard was usually overgrown with forest weeds, though they were mostly spindly bushes at the moment since it was winter. Clearly, keeping a nice-looking yard was not a priority.

“Tomorrow, hopefully, I can finally leave this all behind..” he thought as he stared off into the forest while sipping his tea, a few unpleasant flashes of distant memories went through his mind – before he shook his head and snapped out of it, returning his gaze to the quiet forest.