It was the same voice as the man's voice in his dreams. This could be his father, he could be the one calling out to him. But he was not closing his eyes, even though this place could be his father's turf, no one could still be trusted.

He looked at both sides very well, taking his time to notice the difference between them. A part of his mind was telling him to pass the left-hand side, while the other was saying the right-hand man. His feet were now welded to the floor, his head turning back and forth wondering what road to pass.

After a while, he swallowed the...