HE IS weird, the rebel who had handed her the envelope had told her. He’s a prick, lemme tell you. Consider yourself lucky you won’t have to deal with him for too long. Now, as she skated on the sandy ground under the burning sun, Hyacinth thought back of those words. Needless to say, they had only fueled her curiosity. She had always preferred judging people with her own eyes, even when others told her she better stay away from them. Ever so stubborn. It was frustrating to say the least, but no one could make her change her mind.
She stopped a few meters away from his house, mouth half-open in surprise. She pulled her aviator goggles down, letting them hang from her neck, and stared at the building in awe for long seconds. “What the...?” she muttered under her breath. It was unlike any other shelter she had seen before. She had seen a picture of a Japanese traditional house once, and to her it seemed like it had just popped out of that book. There was even a cherry tree next to it, although barely alive. It was so unusual that she wasted a good minute circling the house, looking at it from every angle, almost as if to make sure it was not a hallucination. “Wow,” she whispered. She would have something interesting to tell the guys when she came back to their shelter.
The door was opened, thus she knocked on the wall. At first, only silence answered. “Hello?” she called out, stretching her neck to better look inside. “Is anyone home? I have a message for Sunshine.” A peculiar name for a man like him, she mused.