The air feels heavy and damp, and the streets are eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of a car passing by or the distant echo of footsteps. The dim glow of streetlights casts long shadows, adding to the somber and introspective mood. You’re walking home, passing houses.

You pass one older home and see David, waiting for you. He immediately got up, grabbing his duffle bag and approached you.

“Where were you..”