EARLIER BEFORE ENTERING THE REALM!
Entering his house, Oliver shut the door behind him with a soft but firm click, the faint echo of it bouncing across the quiet walls. His first agenda for now was simple—get something to eat.
So he walked up to the kitchen, his shoes echoing off the polished floorboards as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway. The house felt unusually silent, almost as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something unseen to unfold. The faint hum of electricity in the walls and the distant ticking of a clock only made that silence more pronounced.
Reaching the kitchen, he paused briefly, his eyes scanning the contents of the fridge as he pulled it open. A soft white glow spilled across his face, illuminating his tired expression. He selected from what was inside—specifically grabbing an apple, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter to complete the mix.
It wasn't anything grand, nothing worthy of praise, but it was enough.
