Gregor
Gregor Wicker heaved a long, disappointed sigh after going through all the letters addressed to him. Among the huge stacks of letters, there wasn’t even one letter that indicates the reply to the letter he had sent to the Wicker mansion, his father’s mansion which was rumored to be empty.
Suddenly a memory came back crawling into him about the time when the winter stamped had ended.
Flashback started…
It came to him as a shock when he saw a figure of a middle aged man was lying unconsciously near one of the huge trees. Beside him, a young man with a short black hair—yet his actual face was hard to see as he was clad in a black hoodie—stood silent as he looked at him, his expression contorted into an unexplainable look.
Gregor found himself freeze upon the unknown male’s presen
