Oscar stood before the towering walls of Happy House, retrieving his pocket watch to check the time.
The sun was setting, and if he wasn't careful, he risked being stranded in the darkened forest.
Should I just ask them to let me stay the night?
Entertaining such an absurdly carefree thought, Oscar scanned the massive wall before him.
A mansion with walls this high? That was beyond excessive. This wasn’t just a matter of security—this was a fortress.
If they weren’t expecting the world to end, what other reason could there be for such an outlandish design?
Or perhaps, they were conducting some kind of secret research inside. Like Westmore.
