Time Travel: Starting from Daydreaming

White lightning tore through the sky, the wind howled, and the rain poured down. It was clearly noon, but the sky was as dark as ink, as if it was shrouded in doomsday clouds - as if the world itself was emitting an ominous whisper. In the room, a figure pulled at the drawer like crazy, randomly pulling out the debris inside. One, and another... The cabinet door next to him was suddenly opened by him, and all the corners where things could be hidden were rummaged through. The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets seemed futile and desperate amidst the din of the storm. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.