Brad walked down the street.
He looked relaxed and cheerful.
He didn't remember why he was walking, nor did he know where he was going.
But simply walking down this street made him feel wonderfully happy.
There was something strange about it, though.
The road was clean, the breeze pleasantly cool, and the leaves on the roadside trees swayed gently, yet there wasn't a single fallen leaf.
The fronts of the houses on either side were spotless, and their lawns were neatly trimmed.
Occasionally, he passed a car parked by the curb. Even the grooves in its tires were free of dust.
The sky was clear and bright, clouds drifting lazily in one direction.
But there were no people.
No one outside the houses, no one in the windows, no one in the cars, and no one on the road.
Only Brad walked briskly along this narrow street that stretched out beyond sight.
Then he rounded a corner and saw a blond man approaching him, wearing an off-white trench coat with both hands in his pockets.
Brad raised a hand, a sincere, friendly smile on his face. "Hello, Doctor Donald."
The man named Donald broke into a happy smile as well. "Hello! It's been a while, my kind friend."
Brad and Donald passed each other.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Brad stopped, a hint of confusion creeping onto his face.
He turned back and looked at the man, who had remained motionless since Brad passed him.
"Doctor Donald?"
Then Brad glanced around, his confusion deepening.
"Where is this?"
Donald turned around. His happy smile had long since vanished, leaving only a face full of sorrow.
"Hell."
Brad shuddered.
Then realization abruptly struck him.
He remembered everything and immediately looked down at his right hand.
It wasn't a metal prosthesis,