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In a long black coat and a turtle neck blouse, she stepped on the doorstep with her black boots on, pressing on the doorbell and Looking around as though to ensure she wasn't being trailed, it was obvious she had gotten stitches on her forehead. She awaited a response almost impatiently. She lifted up her hand to press on the doorbell one more time but before she could, it opened up. She stepped in and graced her eyes with the beauty of the living room. Everything seemed to be painted , crafted and had been bought in white. Just then, a cat meowed from its supposed mini apartment created for it just before the staircase. 

"Seriously? The cat had to be white too? Racist much?"

Rene asked with a straight face, placing her hand in her pocket. 

"Did you ensure you weren't followed?"

Luna asked as she walked on to rub on her cat .

"I wasn't followed . What do you want?"

Rene asked in an exhausted tone.