Annabelle could hear voices from her room, voices that seemed to whisper secrets and conspiracies into the quietude of her life. Her room, once a sanctuary from the outside world, had become an unintentional eavesdropping station. She wondered who the visitor could be, their hushed tones barely reaching her ears but tantalizing her curiosity nonetheless. Just then, she remembered Sherly mentioning that she had a visitor coming over today. That must be it.
Fueled by her rousing curiosity, Annabelle decided to satisfy her itch to know more by taking a clandestine look around. She quickly slipped into her slides, picked up her phone, and grabbed a book from the shelf, holding it as a convenient excuse for her descent into the unknown.