A small town named Greenville in Pennsylvania is hidden between hills covered with deciduous forests. The air in spring is starting to warm up slowly. Cool winds from Lake Erie in the north still blow in occasionally, but the sun is strong enough to make wildflowers bloom profusely along the roadsides and in front yards. The main road of the town is a narrow one paved with old asphalt, with only a few shops lined up next to each other: a grocery store, a small coffee shop, an auto repair shop, and an old theater that opens only on Fridays and Saturdays. Most villagers know each other well. Pickup trucks are parked in rows in front of brightly painted wooden houses. Children ride bicycles back and forth with laughter echoing, but for newcomers, it is a town that is too quiet, until that silence becomes a heavy pressure.
Lucas, eighteen years old, has just moved here for a few weeks after his parents died in a car accident last winter. He has no close relatives left, only a small amount of insurance money and a few bags of clothes. He chose this town because it is far from the big city where he used to live, far from memories, far from people who used to know him as "Lucas whom his parents loved so much." He rents an apartment room on the upper floor of an old two-story building near the main road. The room is small, with a bedroom, bathroom, and a tiny kitchen with barely any standing space. The single window looks out to see the roofs of neighboring houses and a large oak tree that is just sprouting new leaves.
Every morning, Lucas wakes up to soft sunlight filtering through the thin cream-colored curtain he hung himself. He lies still on the old single bed he bought second-hand from the previous tenant for a while before slowly sitting up. The wooden floor is cold under his bare feet. He walks slowly to the old wooden wardrobe that smells slightly musty, opens it, and picks out clothes that are almost the same every day: an old dark gray T-shirt that has stretched a bit from long use, cotton fabric that used to be thick but now thin enough to feel the cool breeze on the skin every time he raises his arm, dark blue jeans with slightly frayed hems, and the same black boxer briefs he has worn for two days, cotton mixed with spandex that is flexible but starting to get old with loose fibers, feeling a slight stickiness when he moves his legs.
He slowly takes off his sleep clothes, the loose T-shirt slightly sticky from last night's sweat, folds it and places it on the single wooden chair in the room, then slowly puts on those boxer briefs, feeling the elastic band hugging lightly around his hips and crotch, the fabric snug against his thighs and the muscles that have become more defined from walking a lot in this town. Then the jeans he pulls up one leg at a time, feeling the thick denim rubbing against his leg skin, the first button fastening tightly enough to feel a slight pressure at the crotch, then slowly zipping up with a zipping sound in the room's silence. Finally the T-shirt he pulls over, feeling the fabric hugging his chest and shoulders a bit, with faint yellow stains under the armpits from repeated use. He doesn't wash every day because the coin laundry is downstairs, and he's still too lazy to go down.
A faint young man's musk rises when he raises his arm to fix his hair, a salty raw smell that has been with him throughout living alone. No one tells him, no one smells it up close. He walks to the small mirror above the sink, brushes his teeth slowly, looking at his face that is paler than before, sharp eyes but slightly dark under the eyes from lack of sleep. He doesn't shave often, thin mustache growing messily making him look older.
He picks up the old shoulder bag, walks down the wooden stairs that creak with every step, light footsteps as usual, out to the main road that is starting to get busy. Villagers greet each other. He walks slowly, looking at job postings on shop fronts or stopping to ask small shop owners if there are part-time jobs available, but most shake their heads or say they'll call if there is one. He walks on until tired, then often stops to rest at the coffee shop "The Bean," a small shop with the aroma of roasted coffee wafting. He likes sitting there because it's quiet, with a corner table by the window that clearly views the road. He sits for a long time, sipping coffee slowly, some days thinking, some days watching people come and go, feeling the emptiness that still remains the same.
During the day, he continues job hunting or returns to the room to read old books he bought second-hand, but there is no one he can really talk to. No friends, no one who knows he likes listening to old rock music or once dreamed of going to university but now probably can't. Evening falls, the air starts to cool again, he walks back to the apartment slowly, stops to buy a sandwich from the grocery store, returns to the room and lies down on the bed immediately, feeling the fatigue seeping into his bones.
That night, after a simple dinner, he decides to shower. The small bathroom, the mirror immediately fogs up as soon as he turns on the warm water. He slowly takes off the T-shirt, feeling the fabric sticky against his back from sweat all day, darker yellow stains under the armpits, the young man's musk salty raw stronger when he raises his arm. Then the jeans he slowly takes off, feeling the fabric rubbing his thighs until the crotch feels a bit relieved. Finally the boxer briefs he pulls down slowly, the fabric snug all day now slightly damp from sweat. He stands naked under the shower, warm water flowing against his skin, feeling the heat seeping into muscles tense all day. Loneliness slowly rises in his heart again. No one has touched this skin for a long time, no one has smelled this musk up close. He closes his eyes, letting the water flow longer than usual.
After showering, he puts on loose sleep clothes, another old T-shirt and cotton shorts, walks out to sit on the small balcony behind the building, looking at the sky starting to dark, stars beginning to appear one by one. Cool wind blows with the smell of grass and wildflowers. He breathes deeply, feeling the peace mixed with emptiness.
That night, while sitting there, he notices a shadow of someone standing under the large oak tree across the road. A young man about his age, tall and slender, long messy hair, wearing a thick coat that looks too tight, dark gray fabric faded old, with wrinkles and dust stains along the sleeves and hem. He stands completely still, looking straight at Lucas's building, eyes unblinking even as the wind blows leaves around him. Lucas frowns, looking for several minutes, thinking it's a lost person or someone new who just moved in like him. He doesn't wave because he's not used to starting conversations, but a sudden chill runs up his back even though the air isn't cold. He looks a bit longer, seeing the young man still standing motionless, like a statue placed under the dim street light.
Many nights later, Lucas starts noticing that young man more often. Some nights standing in the same spot under the oak, some nights a bit closer, near the old wooden fence separating the road from the small garden next to the building. He never moves closer than that, never waves or signals anything, just sits or stands still, looking up at the balcony or window of Lucas's room. Lucas feels more uncomfortable, but doesn't tell anyone because there's no one close enough to tell.
One afternoon with comfortable cool air, Lucas stops at the coffee shop as usual, orders black coffee and sits at the corner window table as always. The shop door opens slowly, the small bell rings softly. That young man walks in, still wearing the same coat, tight enough to show the outline of chest and broad shoulders, fabric hugging with clear wrinkles along the arm folds, faint musty smell mixed with old sweat and young man's salty raw musk wafting lightly when he walks near the counter. He orders black coffee too, then looks around the shop, eyes stopping at Lucas's table before walking to sit at the table next to it, just one table apart.
Lucas glances occasionally, feeling uncomfortable but thinking it's just coincidence. He sips coffee slowly, sitting for almost an hour until the young man gets up and walks out without saying anything. Lucas feels strange but thinks it's just someone who likes sitting quietly.
Two days later, Lucas stops by again, the young man comes and sits at a nearby table as usual. This time Lucas can't help smiling a bit because he's starting to get used to the face. "The weather is nice today." he says softly to test the reaction.
The young man lifts the corner of his mouth slightly, smiling back softly. "Yes, cool just right, not too hot." He sips coffee slowly as always, but this time before leaving, he pauses a bit and says, "The coffee here is good, brewed nicely rounded."
Lucas smiles wider, feeling relieved that he's not as scary as thought. "Yes, I like coming here often." he replies, then asks without thinking much, "Do you like sitting here too?"
The young man nods. "Probably will come again."
From then on, he comes almost every day Lucas stops by, sitting at nearby tables. Some days they talk about small things like the weather, news in the newspaper left at the shop, music playing in the shop. Lucas starts feeling he's quiet but speaks nicely, soft voice but clear, smiles little but seems genuine. The discomfort gradually fades because Lucas himself is lonely, having someone sit nearby and talk even shortly makes the day not empty.
A week later, on a day with light rain when the shop is very empty, the young man comes to sit at the next table again. This time Lucas turns to ask, "What's your name? You come sit around here often."
He pauses a bit, then smiles softly. "You can call me Alex." he replies, then asks back, "And you?"
"Lucas." Lucas answers, smiling wider. "This town is small, everyone knows each other."
Alex nods. "Yes, but for newcomers, it's a bit quiet." he says softly, then asks, "Are you new here too?"
Lucas nods. "Yes, just a few weeks, still looking for a job."
They talk longer, about the town, nearby restaurants, small attractions. Alex listens more than speaks, but asks back without pressing, "Are there good places to visit in this town?" "Is it hard to find a job?" Lucas answers casually, feeling relaxed because he seems like a good listener, not interrupting.
Days later, conversations get longer. Alex starts telling general things about himself superficially, from a northern state, likes walking in the woods, likes the quiet of small towns. Lucas himself starts opening up more from accumulated loneliness, saying he used to live in a big city but moved to escape the chaos, says he likes listening to old music, says he's looking for a part-time job to have enough money to live.
One day, after talking for many days, Alex asks softly while sipping coffee, "Do you live alone in this town?"
Lucas pauses a bit, but because they've talked for a long time, feeling he's the first friend in this town, he nods. "Yes, no relatives left, moved here alone."
Alex nods quietly, not asking further immediately, just saying, "I understand, sometimes living alone is better, more freedom." then changes the topic to something else.
Lucas doesn't know that every answer he says relaxedly is being stored in the memory of the nameless boy, who is still looking at him thoughtfully…
Several weeks pass slowly in Greenville that remains quiet as usual. Spring air truly warming up. Sunlight shines through fresh green leaves just fully sprouted on trees along hills. Light wind blows carrying wildflower and moist soil smell mixed. Villagers start gardening in front yards more. Children run playing along dirt roads laughter echoing, but for Lucas, days still revolve around unsuccessful job hunting, and loneliness gradually easing because meeting Alex almost every day.
One morning, Lucas wakes later than usual. Sunlight shines through thin curtain filling room. He lies still long, looking at old wooden ceiling with small cracks along grain, then slowly sits up. Wooden floor cold under bare feet. He walks to old wardrobe, opens slowly, musty smell wafts out lightly, picks clothes same as every day, same old dark gray T-shirt stretched thin, feeling loose cotton fibers when lifting to put on, same dark blue jeans with hems more frayed, and new gray boxer briefs just washed yesterday, soft cotton clean but still snug flexible.
He slowly takes off sleep clothes, loose T-shirt slightly damp from last night's sweat, folds and places on chair, then puts on briefs slowly, feeling elastic band hugging lightly around hips, fabric snug against thighs and crotch, feeling comfort different from repeated worn ones, then jeans pulled up one leg at a time, feeling thick fabric rubbing leg skin, button fastening tight, zipping up slowly with zipping sound in silence, finally T-shirt pulled over, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders lightly, armpits still dry clean, raises arm to fix hair, faint young man's musk wafts lightly, not strong because showered last night.
He picks up shoulder bag, walks down stairs slowly, light footsteps to not disturb building owner downstairs, out to road starting to have people walking. He walks straight to coffee shop as usual, orders black coffee and sits at corner window table, looking out to see large oak with lush green leaves. Soon, shop door opens slowly, small bell rings softly. Alex walks in, still wearing same thick coat looking tighter in warmer air, dark gray fabric wrinkled along folds, faint dust stains along arm edges, musty smell mixed with young man's salty raw musk wafting lightly when walking past. He orders black coffee then comes to sit at next table as every day, smiles lightly.
"Yesterday was fun." Lucas speaks first, turning to smile wide. "Thanks again for taking me."
Alex nods. "I had fun too." He sips coffee slowly, eyes calm looking at cup. "Free today?"
Lucas laughs lightly. "Free every day, still looking for job."
Both talk longer than usual, about forest, town, ordinary daily life. Lucas feels more relaxed every day. Having someone to listen makes loneliness fade gradually. He tells small things about room, about living alone sometimes quiet scary. Alex listens quietly, nods sometimes, asks softly sometimes.
Late afternoon, air starting to get hot a bit, Lucas gets up to stretch. "I'll head back to room first, it's hot." he says.
Alex pauses a bit, then says softly. "If not mind, can I walk you to room? Want to see around there a bit."
Lucas smiles, not thinking anything. "Sure, come on."
Both walk out together, Lucas walking a bit ahead, Alex following a distance behind, walking past main road quiet in afternoon, past grocery store where owner closing for lunch break, then turn into small alley leading to old two-story building of Lucas. Warm air, light wind blowing smell of soil and leaves hitting nose. Lucas breathes deeply, feeling sweat starting to seep along back, T-shirt starting to stick lightly to skin.
Arriving at building, Lucas walks up wooden stairs creaking every step, Alex following slowly. He opens room door slowly, hinge sound creaking lightly. Small room opens, musty smell mixed with soap and faint young man's musk wafting out. Lucas walks in, opens single window for air circulation. "Small room, but enough." he says, smiling shyly.
Alex walks in slowly, looking around room quietly. Old single bed with slightly wrinkled sheets, small wooden table with old books piled, old wooden wardrobe slightly open, single chair. He stands still, looking everything slowly, eyes glancing at clothes folded on chair, at wooden floor creaking when Lucas walks back and forth.
Lucas sits on bed, sighs long. "Sit." he points to chair. Alex sits slowly. Both continue talking, small things gradually deeper. Lucas tells about old dreams that collapsed. Alex listens quietly, eyes fixing on Lucas's face reddish from sun, looking at sweat seeping along temples, along collar starting damp, young man's salty raw musk wafting lightly in small room.
During talking, Alex pauses longer than usual, then says softly. "I might have to move from this town soon. Money for lodging running out, not sure if can find new place."
Lucas pauses, feeling regret rising in chest immediately. First friend just met, friend making days not empty. He thinks only a moment, then says without thinking much. "Then… want to share room with me? Room small but enough space, sharing saves money, my room rent not expensive."
Alex pauses, looking straight at Lucas's face, eyes completely still, then lifts corner of mouth slightly. "Really? Not bothering?"
Lucas smiles wide. "Not bothering at all, glad rather, friends."
Alex nods lightly. "I'll think about it, thanks a lot."
Evening falls slowly, orange sunlight shining through window into room. Lucas feels tired but refreshed. Alex gets up slowly. "I'll head back first." he says softly.
Lucas smiles. "See you tomorrow."
Alex nods, walks out slowly. Lucas closes door, lies down on bed, feeling warmth in chest hard to explain.
After that invitation, Lucas wakes every morning with strange new excitement. Morning sunlight shines through thin curtain into small room that now feels a bit more cramped because of single old bag Alex brought. He lies still long on single bed now shared, looking at old wooden ceiling with small cracks along grain, then slowly moves to not wake person sleeping beside. Wooden floor cold under bare feet when he stands up. He walks lightly to single window, opens curtain a bit, looking out to see large oak with lush green leaves. Cool wind blows in with smell of wet grass from last night's rain.
Alex agreed to move in the next day. Things he brought only single old bag with wrinkled canvas and small tears along edges. Inside few clothes old faded and stretched from long use, dark gray T-shirt with thin cotton showing muscle outline when worn, thick jeans with hems starting to fray, and old gray boxer briefs with slightly loose elastic from repeated washing. He has no extra bed, so has to share old single bed with springs creaking every move. Room cramped almost no space for more things. Lucas moved old books piled in corner to make space for that bag.
First morning living together, Lucas wakes first as usual. He slowly gets up, feeling heat from body beside sleeping still. He walks to old wardrobe, opens lightly, musty smell mixed with young man's salty raw musk from piled clothes wafting out. Picks clean light gray T-shirt, same jeans, and new black boxer briefs just washed. He slowly takes off sleep clothes in cramped room, loose T-shirt damp from sweat last night because sleeping close, folds and places on chair, then puts on briefs slowly, feeling elastic band hugging lightly around hips and crotch, fabric snug against thighs, feeling heat still lingering from bed, then jeans pulled up one leg at a time, feeling thick fabric rubbing leg skin until crotch feels slightly tight, button fastening tight, zipping up slowly with zipping sound light in silence, finally T-shirt pulled over, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders, armpits starting slightly damp from room heat.
Alex moves waking up. He sits up slowly on bed sagging from weight, old T-shirt he sleeps in hugging tight chest and back damp sweat, faint yellow stains under armpits darker from night air muggy. He slowly gets up, walks to pick clothes from old bag, picks old briefs stretched loose with yellow stains along time, puts on slowly, feeling fabric sticky tight crotch and thighs from old sweat, then thick jeans pulled up, feeling fabric rubbing until crotch feels slight tingle unintentionally, finally same T-shirt hugging tight showing muscle outline, young man's salty raw musk wafting strong when raising arm, mixed with room smell now full of both their body scents wafting in cramped air.
Both take turns showering in small cramped bathroom. Lucas first, warm water flowing against skin, feeling heat seeping into muscles tense from sleeping close. He slowly takes off clothes, feeling fabric sticky tight back and crotch from last night's sweat, dark yellow stains under armpits and jeans crotch, young man's salty raw musk strong wafting when raising arm, stands naked under shower, water washing sweat and smell, but in heart feeling sexual arousal slowly building from last night's closeness, bodies pressing unintentionally, heat spreading from other's skin.
Alex showers next, water flowing loud in cramped room. Lucas sits waiting on bed, looking at water drops from bathroom door, young man's musk mixed in room stronger. All day all night, cramped room makes every move close, walking past makes bodies rub unintentionally, sleeping close makes feel heat and pulsing heartbeat, touches increasing.
Lucas starts getting used to having someone sleep beside. Silence that used to oppress gradually fades. He lies still, looking at ceiling in darkness, listening to Alex's steady breathing close enough to reach, feeling heat spreading from body beside, young man's salty raw musk wafting in cramped room until almost can't breathe, but instead makes heart beat faster without knowing why.
Alex lies still, eyes open in darkness, looking at Lucas's back breathing in and out slowly.
In the cramped room now full of both their scents, spring air warming up makes room more muggy. Wind through single window not enough to ventilate. Heat from two bodies pressing every night seeps throughout old wooden floor and cracked walls. Lucas wakes every morning with feeling changing slowly. Loneliness that used to gnaw gradually replaced by heat and increasing closeness every day. He lies still long on single bed with springs creaking every move, feeling Alex's back snug from behind, heat spreading through thin T-shirts both, pulse beating slow but heavy touching lightly when breathing in together.
Lucas wakes first as usual. Sunlight filtering through thin curtain filling room, dust particles floating in air wafting with young man's salty raw musk. He moves slowly, feeling Alex's leg draped over his lightly from last night's turn unintentionally, old jeans fabric rubbing against his bare leg skin because pants rode up. He slowly pulls leg out, feeling stickiness from dried sweat between night. Alex moves slightly but still sleeping, eyes slightly open in dim, looking at Lucas's back curving slightly while sitting up.
Lucas walks barefoot to old wardrobe, wooden floor creaking lightly every step. He opens slowly, musty smell mixed with musk from piled clothes wafting strong. Picks old dark gray T-shirt stretched thin with faint yellow stains under armpits, same jeans with frayed hems and damp crotch from repeated sweat, and gray boxer briefs worn three days, cotton flexible but sticky tight from old sweat and yellow stains along elastic.
He slowly takes off sleep T-shirt in cramped room, feeling fabric sticky tight back and chest from last night's sweat pressing together, dark yellow stains under armpits and back clearer, young man's salty raw musk strong wafting when raising arm, folds shirt on single wooden chair, then takes off jeans slowly, feeling fabric rubbing thighs and crotch until slight tingle unintentionally, crotch feeling relieved but still tight from last night's heat, finally boxer briefs pulled down slowly, fabric snug all day and night damp sticky from sweat and slowly building arousal, stands naked a moment, feeling cool wind from window hitting hot skin, crotch hardening slightly from last night's closeness.
Alex sits up slowly on bed, looking at every move of Lucas quietly, eyes fixing on sweat stains along reddish back, looking at sweat seeping along spine, along raised armpits, looking at tight crotch and defined thighs. He says nothing, just looks longer than usual, as if memorizing every small detail others might overlook.
Lucas puts on old briefs slowly, feeling elastic band hugging tight around hips and crotch because fabric stretched from repeated use, fabric sticky tight against thighs and tight crotch muscles, feeling immediate muggy heat building, pulse beating faster lightly when fabric rubs until tingle, then jeans pulled up one leg at a time, feeling thick fabric hugging thighs and crotch until nipples harden unintentionally, button fastening tight, zipping up slowly with zipping sound in silence, finally T-shirt pulled over, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders tight, armpits damp sticky, young man's salty raw musk wafting strong when raising arm.
Alex gets up following, walks to pick clothes from old bag, looking at Lucas stretching, noticing new seeping yellow stains under armpits, looking at wrinkled tight crotch line. He says softly. "You look tired today, not sleeping enough?"
Lucas smiles. "Sleeping close, a bit hot, but getting used to it."
Alex nods, looks again long, before slowly taking off his sleep clothes in cramped room, tall slender body with clear muscles from wandering life revealed, old sweat along back and crotch, young man's salty raw musk strong wafting mixing with Lucas's. He puts on same old clothes slowly, feeling fabric hugging tight until crotch feels tight and tingle, pulse beating faster from increasing closeness every day.
All day, they go job hunting together or sit in coffee shop. Alex observes every detail of Lucas quietly, looking at sweat seeping along collar when air hot, looking at stains starting darker under armpits, looking at moves making jeans crotch wrinkle and hug tight. Sometimes he helps pick things without asking, or lightly holds arm when passing people on road, touches seeming caring but longer than usual, eyes looking still until Lucas feels slight chill without knowing why.
That night air muggier than usual, Lucas lies still, feeling Alex's body snug from behind, arm draped over waist lightly unintentionally, heat spreading through thin fabric, crotches rubbing lightly when turning, young man's musk mixed wafting until breathing quick. He feels sexual arousal stronger every night, tingle slowly building from increasing touches.
Alex lies still, eyes open in darkness, looking at Lucas's neck and back breathing quicker, noticing sweat seeping along spine, looking at moves making crotch feel tight.
Alex nods, walks out slowly. Lucas closes door, lies down on bed, feeling warmth in chest hard to explain.
That night, air in cramped room even muggier heavy. Wind through single window barely helps ventilate. Heat from two bodies seeps throughout until old wooden walls feel hot. Young man's salty raw musk from sweat accumulated all day wafts heavy, until deep breath feels mugginess sticking nose. Lucas lies still in darkness, body damp sweat all over, T-shirt hugging sticky back and chest until breathing uncomfortable, jeans crotch tight hugging from heat and unintentional pressing rubbing all night. He turns slowly, bed creaking lightly, feeling Alex's arm draped over waist tighter slightly, heat spreading from other's skin making heart beat strong without knowing why.
Lucas wakes midnight because can't stand heat. He sits up slowly, sighs long, feeling sweat flowing along spine, along damp sticky armpits, along thighs rubbing together, pulse beating fast under hot skin. Alex moves immediately, sits up beside in darkness, hand touching Lucas's shoulder lightly but lingering long, fingers stroking back slowly as if wiping sweat, but actually feeling sticky damp and heat spreading from skin. "Really hot huh." soft raspy voice, but sounding caring, eyes in dim fixing on damp sweat back, looking dark yellow stains seeping under armpits, looking sweat flowing along defined muscle chest from tension.
Lucas nods. "Hot until can't sleep." he says softly, raises arm to wipe face, feeling young man's salty raw musk strong wafting immediately when raising arm, T-shirt sticking tighter from new sweat, nipples hardening from cool wind hitting through shirt hem.
Alex says nothing more, hand slowly moving to grip shirt hem slowly, pulling up lightly, fingers stroking along damp sweat waist. "Take it off, will be more comfortable." caring tone, fingers stroking revealed bare back slowly, feeling sticky damp and heat spreading from skin, along spine sweat flowing. Lucas raises arms slowly, feeling fabric pulled out slowly, fabric rubbing skin sound light in silence, fabric hugging tight squeezing chest and shoulders until nipples tingle, dark yellow stains under armpits and back clearer in moonlight through window, young man's salty raw musk wafting heavy, mixing with room muggy until almost can't breathe, nipples hardening fully from cool wind hitting hot skin, pulse beating fast at chest and neck.
Alex places shirt beside bed, hand slowly stroking bare back slowly, fingers stroking along damp sweat spine, along chest groove sweat flowing, down to tense muscle abdomen hot. "Sweating a lot." he says softly, fingers pressing lightly at hardened nipple, eyes fixing every detail, every stain, every sweat drop seeping, looking hardened nipple and tense muscle abdomen. Lucas feels tingle running wild from that touch, crotch tight hugging in jeans hardening heavier, precum seeping staining fabric lightly unintentionally.
Alex moves hand down below waist, stroking hips through damp sticky jeans. "Jeans must be hot too, better take off to sleep comfortable." still caring tone, but touch longer than usual, fingers pressing lightly at wrinkled tight clear crotch, feeling heat and precum seeping. Lucas breathing heavy fast, feeling strong sexual arousal until body trembling lightly, fully hardened crotch tingling heavy from pressing, but heat makes him nod. "Um… really hot."
Alex slowly unbuttons first button slowly, feeling crotch pressure relieved slightly, then next buttons each slow, fingers stroking damp abdomen skin, zipping down lightly with zipping sound in darkness, pulling jeans down slowly along damp sweat thighs and clear muscles, fabric rubbing thighs and crotch until heavy tingle, intense until precum flowing seeping staining boxer briefs, finally boxer briefs hugging tight damp sticky from sweat and precum, dark yellow stains clear at crotch and thighs, young man's salty raw musk strong wafting heavy, precum flowing along fully hardened crotch.
Lucas lies almost fully naked, feeling cool wind hitting hot skin, nipples hardening, fully hardened crotch tight tingling, precum flowing along thighs. Alex looks still, eyes fixing every revealed part, every yellow stain, every sweat and precum drop seeping flowing, hand slowly stroking bare thighs slowly, fingers stroking near tight hardened crotch, pressing lightly at base through damp precum. "Much better." he says softly, touch seeming caring but deeper than friend, fingers stroking hardened crotch slowly, feeling heat, fast beating pulse, and precum flowing more.
Lucas breathing fast heavy, feeling intense tingle until body tense, sexual hunger spreading until can't stand, but he still thinks it's just caring from quickly close friend.
Alex pulls Lucas to lie down slowly, bodies snug naked in darkness, touches increasing heavy, heat spreading, musk mixed until can't separate, crotches rubbing slowly unintentionally, precum flowing mixing.
Lucas falls asleep finally, exhaustion from heat and touches making him sink into complete darkness, but not long, he wakes again in deep night, feeling sudden chill seeping into cramped room even though air still muggy. He moves lightly, looks beside in dim from moonlight through window, sees Alex lying still but body tense, slightly curled, sweat seeping forehead and bare back, face twisted lightly as if facing something in dream, mouth mumbling softly raspy voice barely heard "Dad… don't… those humans… rotten…" words broken, voice trembling full of bitterness and deep fear.
Lucas chills suddenly, looks still long, heart beating strong without knowing why. He doesn't dare move, afraid to wake the other, until Alex suddenly jolts awake, body tense stiff, breathing panting fast, eyes in darkness staring around room as if searching something, before gradually relaxing when seeing Lucas, hand touching Lucas's arm lightly. "Bad dream a bit." he says softly, voice even but still trembling slightly, eyes back to completely still as usual.
Lucas nods, not daring to ask more, feeling chill still lingering in chest. He lies down slowly, bodies snug again, but this time spreading heat feels different, something deep and dark hidden under that touch.
Lucas falls asleep finally.
The next morning, morning sunlight shines through thin curtain into cramped room, dust particles floating lightly amid lingering mugginess from last night. Lucas wakes slowly, body heavy from accumulated exhaustion, heat seeping all night making skin damp sweat dried stuck in stains. He lies still long, looking at old wooden ceiling with small cracks along grain, feeling nakedness of body still not wearing clothes, heat from last night lingering on skin reddish along chest groove and thighs, nipples still slightly hard from morning cool wind, crotch tight tingling faintly from last touch memory, old precum dried stuck along thighs and crotch base sticky stain.
He moves slowly, bed creaking lightly, feeling stickiness from old sweat stuck between back and sheet. Alex lying still beside, tall slender body naked too, skin damp sweat and faint yellow stains under armpits and crotch dried stuck, young man's salty raw musk mixed wafting in cramped room until deep breath feels mugginess sticking nose. Lucas slowly sits up, feeling cool wind from window hitting naked skin, nipples hardening again, crotch tight from last night memory, old precum dried stuck along thighs.
Alex moves waking up, sits up slowly, hand stroking Lucas's back lightly as if wiping old sweat stain, fingers stroking along damp spine. "Awake already?" he says softly, voice even but eyes fixing on Lucas's naked skin, looking dried yellow stains under armpits, looking old sweat flowing along chest groove, looking tight crotch and dried precum stain.
Lucas smiles shyly, feeling tingle rising from that touch. "Um… last night really hot, almost couldn't sleep." he says softly, gets up standing slowly, walks barefoot to old wardrobe, wooden floor creaking every step, opens slowly, musty smell mixed with musk from piled clothes wafting strong, picks old dark gray T-shirt stretched thin with darker yellow stains from repeated use, same jeans with damp sticky crotch, and gray boxer briefs worn several days, fabric sticky tight from sweat and old precum.
He slowly puts on briefs, feeling elastic band hugging tight around hips and crotch, fabric sticky tight against thighs and tight crotch muscles from last night, old yellow and precum stains dried stuck making immediate muggy heat feeling, pulse beating faster when fabric rubs until tingle, then jeans pulled up one leg at a time, feeling thick fabric hugging thighs and crotch until nipples harden again, button fastening tight each one, zipping up slowly with zipping sound in silence, finally T-shirt pulled over, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders tight, armpits damp sticky from new sweat seeping mixing old stains, young man's salty raw musk wafting strong when raising arm.
Alex gets up following, puts on same old clothes slowly, looking at every move of Lucas quietly, noticing new seeping stains, looking at wrinkled tight crotch line. He says softly while putting on shirt. "Today I have a little errand to run, probably go alone first."
Lucas turns to look, smiles as usual. "Okay, go ahead, take care, see you evening."
Alex nods, smiles back lightly. "Yes, see you." He picks up old bag, walks out slowly, door closes lightly.
Lucas stands still long, feeling silence returning again in cramped room. He walks out to live alone that day, walking along main road starting busy, villagers greeting lightly. He stops at coffee shop, sits sipping slowly, looking at people come and go, pickup trucks driving slowly, walks job hunting at postings, but mind drifts to last night's closeness, heat spreading, caring touches. Warm air makes sweat seep along back and under armpits, T-shirt starting to stick tighter, young man's salty raw musk wafting lightly when raising arm.
Late afternoon, Lucas walks back slowly, suddenly remembers forgot wallet in room, slight worry rises because most money in there. He walks faster, turns into small alley to old building, stops suddenly seeing room door upper floor slightly ajar, not locked as he remembers this morning. Heart beats stronger without knowing why, worry increases. He walks up wooden stairs slowly, lightest footsteps to not creak, slowly reaches hand to touch door, opens slightly, hinge sound long creak light in silence.
Inside room, Alex stands at old single bed, his old bag placed in corner, but on bed various documents of Lucas normally kept in small wooden table drawer: ID card, driver's license, remaining little insurance documents, old letters from old city about parents' death. Alex stands still, hand holding one document slowly, eyes fixing reading thoughtfully, face even but sharp eyes, looking full name, old address, everything about Lucas's identity in detail, as if memorizing and weighing every word every letter.
Lucas stands still at door crack, breathing lightly, heart beating strong, worry mixed confusion rising in chest. He looks still long, thoughts swirling fast in head, should open door go in ask directly why looking at private things, or keep this first, wait good moment to talk, because Alex is only friend he has in this town, and everything seems caring all along. Finally, he decides to back out quietly, closes door lightly to return to slightly open state as before, heart still beating strong, he walks down stairs slowly, confusion lingering in chest, not daring to confront now, keep this in heart first, wait more suitable moment.
That evening, Lucas walks back to room slowly, after long day full of confusion in heart. Worry from what seen afternoon still lingering, but he decides to keep first, not daring to ask directly, afraid to destroy relationship just started. Air cools a bit, wind blowing with smell of grass and wildflowers starting to wilt. He walks up wooden stairs creaking every step, hand touching doorknob now closed tight, room completely silent until hearing own breathing clear. He opens door slowly, hinge sound creaking lightly, familiar young man's salty raw musk wafting out immediately, mixed with stronger mugginess from passing days, smell of sweat and old precum dried stuck on sheet and floor.
Inside room, Alex sits on old single bed, various documents stored back in drawer neatly as if nothing happened. He smiles lightly, eyes calm but warm. "Back already?" he says softly, gets up walking to, hand touching Lucas's shoulder lightly, fingers stroking back through T-shirt damp sweat from walking all day, dark yellow stains under armpits seeping clear, young man's salty raw musk strong wafting when raising arm. "How was today?"
Lucas smiles forced, feeling familiar touch but now making slight chill. "Normal, walking job hunting around." he says softly, takes off shoulder bag places down, walks to sit on single wooden chair, feeling heat still lingering in room, armpits damp sticky, dark yellow stains darker from all day sweat, young man's salty raw musk wafting when raising arm, crotch tight hugging in jeans from swirling thoughts.
Alex walks to sit beside on bed, hand touching Lucas's thigh lightly, fingers stroking thigh through tight hugging damp sticky jeans. "Tired? Looks like sweating a lot." he says softly, eyes fixing on wrinkled damp crotch from sweat, fingers pressing lightly at base through fabric, feeling heat and pulse beating fast. Lucas feels tingle running wild immediately, crotch hardening heavy, precum seeping staining fabric lightly unintentionally, breathing quicker.
Both talk softly small things, Alex tells about errand gone superficially, Lucas listens but mind drifts to documents seen afternoon, confusion making him sit still, but touch from Alex's hand slowly stroking higher making that thought fade, fingers unbuttoning T-shirt buttons slowly, pulling fabric out lightly, feeling fabric sticky tight back and chest, dark yellow stains under armpits and back clear, young man's salty raw musk wafting heavy, nipples hardening from cool wind and touch.
Alex strokes bare back slowly, fingers stroking along damp sweat chest groove, down pressing hardened nipple lightly. "Hot again?" he says softly in darkness gradually coming, caring tone, hand moving down low, stroking hips and bare thighs slowly, unbuttoning jeans buttons one by one, zipping down slowly, pulling fabric down along defined muscle damp sweat thighs, fabric rubbing crotch until heavy tingle, precum flowing seeping staining boxer briefs, finally pulling boxer briefs down slowly, fabric hugging tight damp from sweat and precum, dark yellow stains clear at crotch and thighs, fully hardened crotch tight tingling, precum flowing along base and thighs.
Lucas lies naked, feeling intense tingle from touch, Alex's hand stroking crotch slowly, fingers pressing base, feeling precum flowing more, stroking swollen head tingling until moaning lightly unintentionally. Alex takes off own clothes slowly, tall slender body naked revealed, clear muscles from wandering life, fully hardened crotch tight, precum seeping flowing, young man's salty raw musk mixed wafting heavy until breathing quick.
Alex turns over on top slowly, bodies snug heavy, crotches rubbing intense, precum flowing mixing staining sheet and thighs, mouth pressing deep kiss, tongues licking salty raw taste from sweat and precum, hand stroking neck and chest slowly, but suddenly fingers gripping tight around neck sudden, strong certain grip, eyes completely still in darkness staring at Lucas's wide open shocked eyes. Lucas tries to struggle but body weak from intense tingle and just exploded precum can't move, breathing stuck, hand slapping Alex's back weakly, confusion and fear rising in chest but no time to think more, darkness creeping in fast, eyes gradually darkening, without time to realize everything ended.
Alex lies still, looking at body not moving anymore, eyes completely still, as if memorizing every last detail of old shell, before starting replacement process quietly in darkness of cramped room now completely silent.
Silence in cramped room complete, until hearing sweat drops flowing from body not moving anymore down on wrinkled sheet. He sits still, looking at naked body cooling slowly, skin that used to hot now starting pale, sweat seeping flowing along chest groove and thighs dried stuck dark yellow stains, precum flowing mixed staining wrinkled hugging boxer briefs crotch and thighs, young man's salty raw musk that used to waft heavy now starting to change to cold sharp and deeper muggy smell. He reaches hand touching cooling back, fingers stroking along spine that used to hot, along dried stuck sweat stains, feeling stickiness gradually fading, along chest groove that used to beat fast, along crotch that used to tight tingle and flow precum, now cold complete and still.
Emptiness in chest that used to hungry long, gradually filled slowly from last touch that, intense tingle from body struggling weakly, quick heavy breathing gradually stopping, precum flowing mixing staining skin and sheet, heat spreading until last second. It is deepest happiness, complete possession, getting to swallow identity that used to empty like him, but now full of warm fragile life.
He gets up slowly, walks to pick clothes of that body from floor, boxer briefs damp sticky from sweat and precum, dark yellow stains at crotch and thighs, young man's salty raw musk still stuck strong. He puts on slowly, feeling fabric sticky tight against own crotch and thighs, fabric that used to hug that body now hugging him, new muggy heat starting to build, pulse beating stronger from possession feeling, then jeans pulled up one leg at a time, feeling thick fabric hugging thighs and crotch until tingle, button fastening tight, zipping up slowly with zipping sound in silence, finally T-shirt pulled over, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders tight, armpits damp sticky from new sweat seeping, dried stuck yellow stains from original body now mixed with his, young man's salty raw musk wafting strong when raising arm.
He turns back to look at cold complete body, slowly pulls old sheet stained sweat, precum, and sticky yellow stains from bed, wraps that body slowly, feeling heavy weight but cold sharp, skin that used to hot now cold freezing touching fingers, dried stuck precum stains along thighs and crotch rubbing against sheet until light sticky, musk still lingering mixed with starting cold death smell spreading. He drags wrapped body out slowly, wooden floor creaking lightly every step, drags down dark wooden stairs in moonless night, cool wind blowing from deep forest, carrying moist soil and rotten leaf smell.
He drags body into dark thick forest, tall trees covering until moonlight barely filters down, forest floor covered with dry leaves and young grass creaking lightly under feet. He stops at deep point, picks small shovel hidden under old bush, digs hole slowly, moist cold soil sticking shovel every scoop, feeling heaviness of soil piling high beside, moist soil smell mixed with rotten old leaf smell wafting strong, sweat seeping along his back and under armpits from effort, new yellow stains seeping mixing with original body's.
Hole deep enough, he slowly places wrapped sheet body down, feeling weight falling thud lightly in silence, sheet stained sweat and precum stains covering that body tight. Looks still long, touches cold complete face last time, fingers stroking along neck that used to grip tight, along chest groove that used to hot, deep happiness rising again, burying old shell, burying possessed identity. He scoops soil covering slowly, moist soil falling creaking on sheet, covering until full, smooths dry leaves and young grass over to neat as before, no trace, no abnormal mound, deep quiet forest swallows everything as if nothing happened.
He stands still long, looking at neat smooth hole in darkness, emptiness that used to gnaw now quiet temporary, happiness from swallowing this identity, getting to be him, getting to fill black hole in chest with warm relationless life. He walks back slowly, cool wind blowing with soil and leaf smell, back into cramped room now completely silent, left only faint lingering musk and missing one sheet.
The next morning, morning sunlight shines through thin curtain into cramped room now completely quiet. Muggy smell mixed with young man's salty raw musk still wafting heavy, but now it's his own smell, smell mixed from original body and new body completely merged. He gets up slowly from old single bed with springs sagging lightly, wooden floor cold under bare feet, feeling nakedness of body still not wearing clothes, skin reddish from last night's heat, nipples slightly hard from morning cool wind, crotch tight tingling faintly from last touch memory, old precum dried stuck along thighs and crotch base sticky stain.
He stands still, looking around room now fully his, small wooden table with documents piled, old shoulder bag that used to be of that body, old wooden wardrobe slightly open, single chair with wrinkled clothes placed. Deep happiness rising in chest, complete possession, getting to be him, getting to touch everything that used to be of that body now his, warm fragile identity that used to empty, now full of life he swallowed.
He walks to small wooden table first, picks piled documents slowly, ID card with name "Lucas" and face close enough to pass, driver's license still usable, remaining little insurance documents, old letters from old city about parents' death of that body. He sits slowly, reads one letter telling about loss, sadness that used to gnaw that body, now his. Happiness spreading, getting to possess even memories and sadness of that body, getting to be person with past, with perfect identity documents, no one suspects.
Then he turns to single old bag that used to be of original identity, wrinkled canvas, small tears along edges, few clothes old faded and stretched. He picks out slowly, looks still, musty smell and old musk that used to stick long. Happiness rising from washing old identity, he gathers old clothes and all things back into that bag slowly one by one, feeling weight lighter when old identity confined in there, no trace left in this room, no evidence left of nameless boy who used to wander.
He turns back to old wardrobe, opens slowly, musty smell mixed with salty raw musk wafting strong. Picks gray boxer briefs old that used to be of Lucas, cotton flexible but sticky tight from old sweat, precum dried stuck dark yellow stains at crotch and thighs, raw musk stuck strong. He puts on slowly, feeling elastic band hugging tight around hips and crotch, fabric sticky tight against thighs and tight crotch muscles, feeling old stains rubbing until light tingle, pulse beating stronger, immediate muggy heat building, new precum seeping staining fabric more from rising happiness, possessing deepest part of that body.
Then same jeans with frayed hems and damp sticky crotch, he pulls up one leg at a time slowly, feeling thick fabric hugging thighs and crotch until nipples harden, fabric rubbing old stains until heavier tingle, precum flowing seeping along base, button fastening tight one by one, zipping up slowly with zipping sound in silence, finally old dark gray T-shirt stretched thin with dark yellow stains under armpits, he pulls over slowly, feeling fabric hugging chest and shoulders tight, armpits damp sticky from new sweat seeping mixing old stains, young man's salty raw musk wafting strong when raising arm. Happiness spreading, getting to wear clothes that used to hug that body, getting to feel smell and stains that used to be his, now part of new identity.
He picks old shoulder bag that used to be of that body, walks out of room slowly, down wooden stairs creaking every step, out to main road starting busy, villagers greeting lightly, some nodding as if known long. He smiles back, eyes calm but full of deep happiness, getting to walk in this town as "Lucas", getting to use daily life that used to be of that body, job hunting, walking, sitting coffee shop, watching people come and go, pickup trucks driving slowly, everything same, but now his, getting to touch world through warm relationless identity, getting to deceive everyone without anyone suspecting.
He sits at coffee shop as usual, orders black coffee, sits corner window, looking out to see large oak with lush green leaves. Warm air makes sweat seep along back and under armpits, T-shirt sticking tighter more, dark yellow stains seeping clear, young man's salty raw musk wafting when raising arm. Happiness rising again, getting to sit here as him, getting to feel body that used to be of that body, now full of his identity. Emptiness just filled still quiet and warm, happiness from possession just starting, still fresh and deep, he enjoys this life, this identity, every touch and smell still fresh and full.
Evening falls slowly, orange light shining through trees. He picks old bag gathered original identity things, walks out slowly, into deep dark forest, cool wind blowing with moist soil and rotten leaf smell. He stops at deep point, places bag down slowly, picks match from shirt pocket, lights fire burning bag and all things slowly, flames rising lightly in darkness, smoke smell mixed with burning fabric and old musk wafting strong. He stands looking still, flames swallowing old identity to complete end, happiness spreading, washing last trace of nameless boy, complete possession of new identity named Lucas.
That night, in Lucas's dream, he dreams of small village named Ashville in Vermont, hidden in valley surrounded by thick pine forest still green even in late autumn. Air cold freezing almost all year, wind blowing from northern mountains carrying sharp cold moisture into valley. Most houses old wooden, painted white or gray faded over time. Village road dirt road dust flying when cars pass. Most villagers know each other all, chat morning at small grocery or evening at old tavern only one.
But there is one house no one wants to talk about. It stands at village edge, almost half mile from last house, next to dark thick pine forest. Two-story wooden house, painted dark gray peeling showing rotten wood. Every window closed tight with old wood boards. Front door locked with many rusty long keys. No fence around house, but tall pines and thick bushes covering making house look swallowed into forest. Villagers call it "wild man's house" or some just "forbidden house."
House owner middle-aged man named Mr. John Blackworth. He moved in over ten years ago, with small baby no one knows if really his child or not. He never talks to anyone, never buys from village shop longer than necessary. When walking into town walks fast, head down, sharp eyes looking at anyone like warning to stay away. If children run close, he yells chase with raspy voice making children run crying. Villagers gradually stay away from him, and from that house, until no one dares approach again.
Inside that house, dark dim and silent all time. Musty smell of old wood mixed with smoke smell from firewood fireplace wafting everywhere. Light from old bulbs hanging from ceiling dim, making every shadow long distorted. House two floors, lower floor small kitchen with old wooden table and canned gas stove, living room with broken sofa and old radio only thing connecting to outside world. Upper floor two bedrooms, one of Mr. John, another… of the boy.
That boy no one knows real name. Even villagers glancing from far call him "child in forbidden house" or sometimes just "wild man's son." He never left this house once in life. He not know what outside house has, except what heard from that old radio, news sounds, music sounds, people talking sounds sounding warm and far far away. He was raised by father in way no one in outside world would understand.
Mr. John never calls him by any name. He just yells orders, or sometimes just points hand to what wants done. Father's distortion passed down to son slowly and deeply. Father often sits in living room at night, tells same stories with raspy voice full of bitterness. "All humans in world rotten all, they smile at you but inside want to stab back, they speak good but finally leave you die alone." He tells stories of himself betrayed by friends, by family, by lovers, until those stories become only truth in this house. Boy taught not to trust anyone, not to believe anyone, even himself. Father stares eyes long then says "You same as them, if you have chance you betray father same." Those words sink deep until boy starts doubting even own feelings.
Mental punishment harsher than beating, locked in dark room many days no food, forced to sit listen father tell human evil stories repeated until brain numb, deprived everything that might create attachment, even old doll found in cabinet father burns in front of him, saying "Don't love anything, it makes you weak, then it kills you." Emptiness gradually forms in boy's heart since young. It not sadness, not anger, it black hole swallowing every feeling until left only complete emptiness.
Every morning, boy wakes in small bedroom with window closed tight with wood boards. He lies on old thin mattress feeling iron springs pressing back, thick blanket with musty smell and old sweat stuck tight. He slowly opens eyes, looks around familiar room, small rectangular room, wooden walls with small cracks along grain, wooden floor creaking every move. He lies still long, listening for father's footsteps downstairs. If not hear, he gets up slowly, walks barefoot to room door, slowly opens lightly, then walks down wooden stairs creaking every step.
Mr. John always sits at kitchen table, holding black coffee cup with fragrant smell. He not talk much to boy, some days just nod, some days growl "eat" then point to plate dry bread and old jam jar. Boy sits quietly, eats slowly, chews every bite long, because knows if eat too fast father looks with eyes making chills. He taught all along humans outside not trustworthy at all, they smile but inside full of lies, they speak good but finally betray. He beaten with belt when asking about outside world too much, locked in dark room when showing curiosity.
One day in winter with heavy snow closing village entrance, Mr. John not wake as every day. Boy comes down from upper floor as usual, walks down stairs slowly, light footsteps afraid noise wake father. He walks to kitchen, sees father sitting stuck at table as every morning, head down with arm on table. He calls softly "Dad" no answer. He walks closer, slowly touches father's shoulder, hand cold sharp. He calls again louder, but still no answer. He stands still long, looking at body not moving anymore, father's breath stopped, quiet, no groan or farewell.
Boy stands like that many hours. He not know what to do. He never seen death before, except heard from radio. He slowly walks to turn on radio, normal news sounds still come as if nothing happened. He sits down beside father's corpse, looks still until light from window crack gradually moves with time. He not cry, he not feel anything except emptiness gradually expanding in chest. Black hole always there, now swallows even feeling toward father's death.
Days pass slowly, snow still falling non-stop, food in cabinet gradually run out. Father's corpse sits stuck at table same. First day, body still cold but not change much. Second day, skin starts pale, slight strong musty smell. Third day, smell starts change to sweet rotten wafting, meat starting rot smell. Small flies fly in from window crack, circling around corpse. Boy sits looking every change quietly. He not move corpse, not try bury or hide. He just feels disgust gradually forming in that emptiness. It not intense disgust, it feeling bored厌 against thing that used to be father, but now just pile meat rotting. Emptiness in heart expands large until swallows that disgust too. He sits close, rot smell entering nose, but he just breathes slowly, not move away. It like everything in this world can rot all, even father that used to be everything.
Many days pass, food in cabinet completely gone. He eats last dry bread piece in night snow still falling non-stop. Rot smell from corpse spreads all house. Small worms start crawling out from mouth and nose of corpse. Boy sits listening radio until late, DJ voice talking about big city with lights and many people. He feels hunger biting stomach, and emptiness biting heart deeper than before. Black hole in chest expands until like swallowing whole him.
He slowly gets up, walks up upper floor, opens own old wardrobe, picks thick coat father bought many years ago. It tight now, because he grown much, but he puts on, slowly zips up, feeling fabric hugging tight chest and wider shoulders.
He walks to front door, slowly unlocks keys one by one, hand trembling slightly because never done before. Door opens slowly, hinge sound long creak. Cold wind blows in hitting face full, blowing rot smell from inside house out mixing with pine and snow smell. White clean snow piled in front of house. He stands still long, looking out to dark thick pine forest and dirt road disappearing in white. He breathes deeply, sharp cold air entering lungs first time in life, washing rot smell stuck in nose many days.
Then he steps out, first step lightly on snow creaking, second step more certain, third step faster. He walks out from that house without looking back, out to world he never knew, and that world still not know that one demon just escaped.
