REN

SHARI blankly stared at her bed when she opened her room. It was squeaky clean. Even the carpeted floor didn't have any trace of that day. 

"Frida…" She looked down. Shari could still see the horror of how her cousin lay there, bathing in her own blood. "I'm sorry…."

Shari covered her mouth with her hand to prevent her from sobbing. It had been years, yet it felt like yesterday. She remembered the good old days with Frida. Those times when her life wasn't as complicated as this. Shari had a simple dream back then. To become a police officer, to serve and protect the people. But fate loved to make fun. Now she has become a most-wanted criminal and an infamous assassin underworld.

She calmed herself, wiped her tears, and walked inside. Everything was still in place as she recalled them. Her personal computer setup in the corner, the bedside table where a lampshade was displayed, and even her dresses in the closet were perfectly hanged and neatly folded.