An hour = Three days

"Rebel families?"

Alves couldn't get that off his head. The word kept bouncing back whenever he tried to throw them off. By the day, he got to discover every new things. And these things were not random things that come and go. They were things that come like a thief in the night, invading his mental space and colonising his thoughts. That was why he always had hard time getting over those words which had preyed on his thoughts.

"I mean, how... how did he travel to this ---"

Alves held back the words as though it wasn't relevant to get to the root of it. But he was concerned. And it was written all over his face.

To think that the worries and troubles of the parallel world would not end in the other world but extended to to this world? Living in Grimming Hills would never be the same for him. Ever again.

Thinking about those things alone got on his nerves and made him confused. He had randomly ushered himself into a pool of trouble. But then he did hope there would be some sort of
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