It was after five o'clock and he had already traveled the outskirts of the metropolitan area of Kuri until he finally found something.
The apartment building had slight cracks in the facade. The stucco cladding was still the original color and texture on a few parts of the exterior, like skin glistening in the sun. The building, with its modest exterior, leaned towards four lanky birch trees that stretched out to appreciate the view, albeit a blur, of the orange sunsets of an artificial hue that only the pollution of the urban area of Kuri could produce, and that made them look like a card. retouched postcard. The building was twenty minutes and a considerable distance from The Red Cloud. A nice coincidence, for Santino.
The landlord, a middle-aged woman who talked non-stop, fought with
