Fransisca's POV

 

 

 I've been home since last night. This body is so tiring. When I came home, my thoughts were on my mother. Then I went into the house. However, it looks quiet and still, even the lights in my house feel dark.

 

 

 I'm worried about seeing it. By running, I opened the door aimlessly. However, the locked door made me panic even more.

 

 

 Glancing here and there, however, there was no one in the house. Then my eyes accidentally caught the silhouette of white paper perched on my window glass.

 

 

 My house is not as big as the others, however, if people come. Surely they won't want to leave...