The boy also remembered which floor and room number his home was, but the hallway was a bit complex. After a few steps, there was another door, and there were many door numbers, making it somewhat difficult to find.
However, with a bit more time, he would always find the room he lived in.
Standing in front of the door of his former home, the boy instinctively wanted to turn the doorknob, but he stopped himself and chose to knock instead.
"..."
But the door didn't open as it used to.
The boy didn't give up and knocked again, this time, the door finally opened.
"Who is it! Annoying!"
However, the person who came out was a strange man.
"..."
The boy looked at him, taken aback.
"Ah? Whose kid is this?" the man looked at the boy, impatiently, "You must have the wrong door, this isn't your home."
"...!"
But after the man spoke, the boy suddenly charged at him and the door, forcing his way into the room.
