“Damn it!” Toya glared at the road below him. “It’s as if Kotaro doesn’t exist at all… no records anywhere.” He had taken off driving and found himself pulling off the road out here in the middle of nowhere. Some secret gut instinct had told him to stop… he could somehow feel her.
Looking off to the left, Toya could see the tall walls of a historical looking home that seemed to call to him. Following the call, Toya took off down the hill for a closer look. He approached the rugged wall and quickly scaled it, using some thorny rose vines that looked like they had been growing for centuries. They bit into his hands but it would be worth it if his gut was right.
Reaching the top of the rock wall, Toya peaked over at the enormous house that lay beyond.
His eyes about popped out of his head
