Chapter 4 - Beast's Den
It was the weekend now, and I haven’t gone to school since that day. I used to get messages sent to my home phone when I skipped school or was late, but after a few weeks of skipping, they suddenly stopped. And even when I came to school, and stayed the whole day, it was as if I was invisible. Nonexistent. I don’t think I’m even a student there anymore. Even if I go to school for a few days and then skip, there are never any messages.
I wonder, if that is the case, then why do I still go?
Hard questions tend to have hard answers, so I choose not to think about it. Besides, there’s something else on my mind.
“478 Remington Street?”
I tried to find the address due to pure curiosity, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. It was a place that didn’t exist in this world. But that isn’t the problem.
Because this girl did not lie. There has to be a 478 Remington Street, or at least, she truly believes that there is a 478 Remington Street, and that I can meet her there.
Either way, this is incredibly interesting. I’ve never felt this way before, I feel like I need to figure this out.
But even saying that I know where the real interest came from. Who was that girl? Where did she come from? How does she know me? And how does she know where 478 Remington Street is?
It all circles around her, like a spinning whirlpool or a towering hurricane, all of these questions go around and around, with her at the center of it all.
I take a double-take at a city map I found on my phone. At first, it appears that 478 Remington Street does not exist within this area. There is no single location known as 478 Remington street. There is, however, a 47 Fetcher’s Call Road and an 8 Liberty and Duty Ave. But why Remington?
I looked up the word Remington for some info, and after a bit of research I figured something out. The Remington is also a name for a shotgun used in a very popular video game, and the combination of the two street names creates the name of the previously mentioned game. So it was all a pun.
But that’s not the end, because in between the two streets is a single location.
“Golden Star Restaurant”.
It’s 1:00 P.M, and I’m a bit unsure if it’s really worth taking the subway across the city but...
I left for the station at 1:15, the old, heavy wood door closing behind me.