Quiet.
A quiet dream.
Then awakening from the dream.
Richard opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself on a bench beside a modern urban street. People were bustling, cars were surging back and forth, presenting a lively appearance.
Coret was next to him, slowly standing up, frowning at the surroundings, then wandered onto the street with a somewhat confused expression.
A black car quickly approached from the distance, coming closer to Coret, emitting a piercing honk, trying to get Coret to dodge.
Startled by the sound, Coret froze when he saw the car, standing still in shock.
Richard hurriedly stepped forward, pulling Coret back just before the collision.
"Beep Beep——"
The black car honked as it passed, and faint curses came from inside the car.
"Blind... Crazy!"
Corey continued to be dazed, looking around at everything, his gaze full of confusion. He touched the bench beside him and whispered, "Is this outside the box? Is it like this outside the box?"
