and so, you got drunk out of grief, after which you boarded some kind of bus that brought you to your childhood - the old district, the district where you first plunged into sleep, for the first time said your first word and went to school for the first time, your whole childhood is here, so you decided to take a walk and suddenly came across your old house, your drunken head didn’t have to think for long, and now, you’re already standing at the door of your house and can’t decide to press the bell, but in the end you do it

Several long minutes of waiting pass before the door is opened for you by a man with a mask on his face, it was strange, but you didn’t pay attention

- uh..good..evening?.. you muttered drunkenly and barely coherently, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe while the man looked down at you - ehhh..I lived here before...I can..mm..I can Shall I go inside? look around.

you finally finished speaking and raised your hazy gaze upward