A luxury black SUV with tinted windows maneuvered through the swirling red dust of the dirt road, pulling up in front of a two-story house made of half cement and half wood, standing isolated at the end of the village.
Its condition was alarmingly old and dilapidated. The wooden slat fence in front of the house was decayed and leaning precariously, barely able to demarcate any boundary. Tall, dense grass and weeds covered the path, reaching knee-high and almost obscuring the ground, clearly indicating that this place had long been abandoned and neglected.
The electric door of the SUV slid open, and Alan stepped onto the cracked, dry ground in polished, expensive Italian leather shoes. His elegant and immaculate appearance starkly contrasted with the impoverished surroundings, as if he be
