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The Bridge Builder – Part 09

On the outskirts of the Eastern European neighborhood of East Village stood a seashell-shaped building deep in the lush greenery of the Miracle Garden, the Carousel.

Night had fallen, and the lights were out. Quiet blanketed the surroundings. Large tropical leaves swayed gently in the summer breeze drifting through the windows. Birds slept perched on branches, and only nocturnal animals with glowing blue eyes roamed around.

“Aaah-aaaah!”

A handsome young man dressed as Tarzan howled as he swung across the high, open ceiling. His long, brown hair flowed like a mane.

He fell awkwardly in front of the Pony Room by the stairs on the top floor.

“O-Ow!”

There were no longer any people around. Apart from the caretaker, there were only strange, exotic animals and plants.

The caretaker lit a candle and observed the small unit that had just welcomed its new tenant. Old, large suitcases left by Kazuya were piled in the corner. The