The Trapped Girl in That Townhouse Part II

“Enough with the complaint. Let's hurry up and pack up Gun’s belongings there so we can end the matter. Let's just take my car." Ploy offered while New nodded his head in agreement before dragging the still-quirky Gun to follow them to the parking lot on one side of the university. Even though he had promised himself that he would never set foot in that haunted house again, his friend had no one to rely on this time. He was Gun's friend; therefore, his duty was to help his friends as much as he could.

Their goal was to return to pack Gun’s stuff at the haunted townhouse once again!

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An unfamiliar orange Toyota Vios parked in front of a townhouse Nuan rented out. The owner immediately strode toward the house because she was afraid that a thief would break in. She remembered that Gun's car was not orange and certainly was not this brand.