One ordinary day, like any other, two friends were walking, tired from a strenuous school lesson, on their way to their shared dormitory.
Ken: A boy with black hair and a scar on his right eye, 16 years old.
Sako: A boy with blonde hair and green eyes, also 16 years old.
Ken: (angrily) That physics class was insanely boring, man.
Sako: (understanding) Yeah, I hate physics. What do we even get out of it?
(Ken kicks a water bottle hard on the road, and the bottle rolls toward an abandoned house—a house worn by time, a huge black house that even looking at it makes you uneasy.) (He opens the door in a strange way.)
Sako: (surprised) Ken, did you see what just happened?
Ken: (carelessly) It's nothing, man, just the wind.
Sako: (seriously) No, I don't think so.
Ken: (excited) So, what do you say if I go inside the house?
Sako: I don't think that's a good idea.
Ken: (runs and passes through the huge gate)
(He disappears as if he was never created in this world.)
Sako: (fearfully) Is this one of your pranks?
(No response...)
(Sako crosses the house
and suddenly...)