J5 was very familiar with the place. The unattended repair shop seemed to have been emptied by the war, leaving only piles of scrap metal.
There were also various scattered parts stained with black engine oil in the corner. Even the air smelled of greasy engine oil, which was even worse than the smell of smoke.
From the outside of the repair shop to the inside, no one was here but the few of them. J5 was as familiar with the place as if it were his own shop.
They made their way through the place, then through the small, boarded-up house. They went around a stone wall and pushed open an iron door that the people here welded themselves before reaching the two-story wooden house they saw from outside.
This place and the place they passed through were like two different worlds. The outside was dilapidated and messy, but here, there was an unknown big tree with thick branches, creating a green and peaceful space in the backyard.
