Not Too Cold at the Bottom of the Sea

6

It was my aunt's treat tonight. I made an excuse that I felt uncomfortable and didn't go.

I ate some snacks and lay down. It was only six fifteen in the evening.

Thinking that they were having dinner at a restaurant in the town, I felt at ease. After all, I didn't sleep well last night.

In a daze, I heard the door was opened. I thought my mother was back, so I didn't care.

But the heavy footsteps came into my heart from far to near, which was the unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor.

My heart sank with the sound.

Because my mother must be wearing high-heeled shoes, and my father must be wearing old cloth shoes.

I heard the sound coming to my room without hesitation.

Then the door was pushed open. The person standing in the backlight was not a hero, but the fiend, Jack Dorsey.