T City, a nameless remote area.
It's not really a mountain village, yet it has a shantytown rarely seen within city limits.
Lines of bungalows are neatly arranged; most courtyards are empty, leaving only a few households remaining.
After several days of inquiry, Jon found this place and, using thirst as an excuse to ask for water, started chatting with an elderly resident.
The homebound elder, clenching a tobacco pipe stem in their mouth, smoked dried tobacco leaves while curiously looking at Jon.
Seeing that Jon finished drinking the cold water, the elder spat out a puff of dried tobacco leaves and asked with a smile, "Young man, what country are you from?"
Placing the dipper back on the lid of the water jar, Jon flashed a dazzling white smile, appearing quite friendly.
"Granny, I'm from E country."
"So what brings you to this godforsaken place?"
