[Charlie's perspective]

I like what I see. Uncle didn't lie to me, I like him.

The telephone booth stands between wheat fields. In the early years, it was supposed to be a highway. Later, when they built other roads, it was abandoned, and people planted wheat beside it.

I carefully avoided the wheat and stepped on them, and went into the telephone booth.

"It seems that no one has used it for a long time. I should be the first."

I looked at the dirty telephone booth. I felt disgusted and pulled out a paper towel from my pocket. I needed to wipe it. It would be impossible for me...