lt;The Pocket Dimens

In the evening, at dusk. The Bookworm's Pavilion (),At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.。