Are You Dead?

"You mean this key?" Pamela tugged at the key hanging on her neck. "My teacher gave it to me. Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"My wife seemed to have a key like that too, but it's made out of gold. She gave it to that b*stard."

Pamela shook the key in her hands. "Too bad. Why isn't mine made out of gold?"

"It's too weird to have a key hanging from your neck."

"You wouldn't say that if your wife does that." Pamela rolled her eyes at Laurent.

A while later, the food delivery arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood. Pamela went out to pick it up.

Laurent waited leisurely, but Pamela just wouldn't return.

He was bored, so he took a book off of the shelf.

This was a very ancient book. The cover had already cracked and he couldn't read the title clearly.

He opened to a random page and saw a picture.

It had images of 13 keys with different colors.