"Here, this is the only room we can offer for now. I'm leaving this key to you then," the auntie said and handed the key to Jonathan. She then walked away, going down to a mini village where her own house stood.

Jonathan and Stefani stared at the only small house up in the center of trees and plants around like it hasn't been touched for the past hundred years. Suddenly, it became windy and the roof that was made of bamboo and hay moved like it would be swept away like a wig from a big muscled bald man. Now Jonathan had to think if there was even a...