That evening, the rain poured down, the droplets pattered on Macey's face. Although she was wearing a coat, she still felt a bit cold.
After she got out of the car, she strode into Jackman's Manor surrounded by a thick fog. As she went inside, she started to be aware that something was wrong.
‘Obviously, I haven't been away for a long time, but why does the grass on the lawn have traces of being heavily pressed by someone.’
With doubts, Macey continued to walk inside, and as he was about to reach the lobby, her heart immediately froze. She thought that something horrible happened to them.
When she came to the lobby, it was empty and silent. What she could only hear was the of her own footsteps and the fast beating of her heart. It was so strange.
‘Why are there so many footprints on the ground?’