Early the next morning, at the Williams household.
The warm winter sun flickered across the branches, descending from the heavens with lingering warmth, illuminating every particle of dust in the air, gently steaming the cold of the night into a mist.
Today is the first day of a new week, and William Asku did not plan on doing anything too laborious.
Taking advantage of the comfortable morning sun, he moved his somewhat aged recliner outside,
squinted his eyes, wrapped in a somewhat darkened blanket, and enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.
However, he hadn't relaxed for long before his ears caught a huge sound in his foggy state – to be precise, the sound of a fence being broken through.
Everyone knows the nature of fences, whether abroad or locally, they can't withstand much violent force, but generally, people don't do such things under normal circumstances.
