The moment he opened the door, the first thing that came to welcome Tristan outside, was the bright beam of the morning sunlight. He was at the top of a hill—it was not the Zero building, that is what he was sure of.
The place was as if like an isolated zone. A hill, or perhaps a mountain. They are at the top of it, at the peak. Yet, the surface was not the same as the usual mountain peak would have. It has a flat surface, and a green-filled land of grass. There were a few stems of flowers too. It was dedicatingly peaceful—not if Tristan had remembered the horror behind the door he has just came in a while ago.
“Where am I?” he asked himself. He looked back at the door that he had opened a while, to escape from the gut-tearing picture of the body. As he looked, he was surprised of what
