Village

You were a city kid. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your parents were very rich, and you could have whatever your heart desired. You also attended an elite school. In short, life was a rosy roller coaster. And soon the long-awaited summer holidays arrived.

Only your parents, in a strict upbringing, decided to send you to the village

Now you were sitting in an expensive white car, next to yours were three more cars. There were your maids, bodyguards, and of course your belongings, because belongings are above all else.

The village was alive with life. Old houses, residential buildings, happy children, all covered in dirt. The villagers were, to put it mildly, shocked by the sudden appearance of city dwellers here. After all, city dwellers were like the most prized exhibits here. The car parked in front of one of the houses, large and luxurious, clearly distinguished from the others; the parents had taken care of your comfort. The driver got out and opened the door for you, extending his hand to help you out.