Moran - Dare to Love

The white clouds covered the mountains from a distance, while a thin layer of mist could be seen on the forest trail. The air felt cold and refreshing, smelling of pine and rain. It was a nice and comfortable scent, making it ideal for a slow walk.

Alighting from the bus, Monami looked around until she spotted a stone path. Following the path for 10 minutes, Monami saw the grey-ish green roof of a European-styled cottage. Ever since she could remember things, she had always seen this cottage at the outskirts of the hillside.

Despite the fact that twenty years had passed, this cottage didn’t feel outdated at all even when compared to the modern infrastructure nowadays. This cottage had been left unoccupied for the past few years, and there were even rumors that it was a haunted house.