lan was battered and bruised, yet his mind was fixated on Maja.

Pregnant Maja, waiting back at the motel, but this house's layout was nothing like the bungalows in Cania.

Had he returned to his homeland?

Struggling to his feet, he managed to take a good look around the room.

Sitems were unmistakably from Windhelm, confirming he was indeed in Windhelm.

Queena's eyes had darkened, and the wail of bagpipes filtered through from outside.

lan was now certain he was in Windhelm.

"You broughtback to Windhelm?"

The research facility's earthquake. What kind of person could have brought him back home? This woman was no simple matter.

A sense of wariness grew within him, though he kept his expression neutral.

"Yeah, this is my hometown, a small fishing village."

lan nodded, then asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Dad fell off the roof and passed away. The neighbors are helping prepare the wake. Did we disturb you?"

"No, it's fine."

the loss

if she had

person think

the bedside, aware that any slight movement sent pain coursing

"Got a phone?"

Dylan, or get in touch with Fitch

"No."

Even if Windhelm was a backwater village, one could still find a phone. After all, it wasn't like

from the world.

must trade, and where there's trade, there's

strength, leaning on the wall for support. Hearing the voices outside, he decided to venture

any of the people outside

lan nearing the door, she grabbed a nearby stick and,

struck him on

awake, passed out once

outside the window, was petrified, her pupils shrinking

brought her to this continuously shut door, never expecting to see Queena strike

in terror, instinctively running towards the

scream, Queena burst

fear. After all, the village was full of good-hearted people; such violence was unheard

that could

could turn the corner,

trembling uncontrollably upon realizing who

didn't even

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