Chu Mu did not know where his future should lead.
Perhaps looking back on the path he had taken could give him some answers.
At the Underworld History Museum, Chu Mu walked through what had once been the Orphanage.
The traces left here had not been covered up. Graffiti was still visible on the walls.
Only now, the hall held many display cases, containing objects from the Underworld, from something as small as a pickaxe to something as large as a mine cart.
The layout was different from back then.
Once the Orphanage had been converted into a Museum, it could hardly remain exactly as it had been.
Still, some places had been preserved as they were.
The Director's Office, for instance.
It had been restored to its former appearance, right down to the warm, orange-yellow geothermal lighting.
This was to commemorate the Old Director.
There had once been an old woman who always worked in this dim setting to save a little on electricity.
A barrier stood at the entrance to the Director's Office, probably marking an area off-limits to visitors.
Chu Mu stood outside and did not enter.
How he wished another time and place lay inside, with the Old Director still sitting there, greeting him kindly.
But he also understood that this was merely his fantasy. The moment he stepped inside, it would shatter.
Kafka read the notice on the display board, and she could not help feeling a little wistful.
When Kafka had come to discuss the adoption, this frugal old woman had turned on the brightest lights in the room.
The old woman could endure the darkness herself, but she never let the children remain in it.
Chu Mu did not linger long at the entrance to the Director's Office.
He followed the corridor to