In the dark underground chamber, it was cold and chilling, without even a candle lit.
One person sat there, quietly feeling everything around him.
Once, this was the environment that made him most uncomfortable and despairing, yet now it brought him peace of mind.
He raised his head, his gaze fixed on a painting hanging on the wall.
It depicted the back of an old man, sketched with just a few strokes, portraying an elder with difficulty in his steps, moving hesitantly.
Beside this painting, several other paintings hung, each one showing only a back view.
But in those other paintings, the figures seemed as though they might turn around at any moment, so vivid and full of intent.
However, the intent within the old man, slightly crooked in body, had already vanished, leaving only a somewhat lifelike painting.
The person stared at this painting for a long time, with doubt and bewilderment in his eyes.
