Keen Sixth Sense

Why would a piece of news cost a vibrant life? These questions lingered in my mind.

Late at night, under the dim streetlights, my shadow lengthened and shortened as I walked through the darkened neighborhood, carrying Angel. The sound of my footsteps echoed, lonely and unsettling.

Thinking about IAN, who lost his life, the atmosphere felt eerily strange. I unconsciously quickened my pace, feeling the weight of my child growing heavier in my arms.

Finally, I reached the doorstep, and just as I was about to push the door open, a shadow darted out, startling me into a scream, "...Ah!"

"Grace, it's me... I need to ask you, do you know anything about Joy?" As the figure approached, I recognized Eliza.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" I snapped, annoyed. Angel stirred on my shoulder, murmuring softly. I patted her gently, "You scared me to death!"