I began to stride, and my hands, which had been scared to shrink together, began to grope forward.

the fighting voice has gone farther and farther with my fast steps.

I'm here. I'm here.

I don't know why they didn't hurt me, or how they didn't find me. It's clear that the voice is in my ear.

fingers suddenly touch something and fumble for it. It's a door.

the door is not carved, but the touch tells me that the door is not ordinary.

the coolness makes me sober. Do you want to go in and arrive at the destination?

I have been groping for a long time. There is...