Disappear for a while. Let the people miss you. This is what the sun does with the sunset. When you reappear, you are much loved.
But unlike the sun, Zane wouldn't be loved if he reappeared.
Three hundred wardens, in one mansion, weren't able to find one skinny frail boy.
As if he vanished in thin air.
Among them, there was only one question.
"Where the fuck did he go?"
Ironically, the person they were looking for, had the same question as well.
"Where the hell am I?"
Zane wasn't in the mansion.
He had really thought of running around and hiding in the mansion until the walls vanished. That was his plan. It was bad, yes. But that's all he had.
But this current situation wasn't something he had even imagined.
The moment he had opened the door of the mansion with his ring, instead of the house, he entered something else.
He was somewhere.
He was floating.
He might have saved himself from the Wardens but how would he survive the unknown?
