I called an ambulance before I finally went upstairs.

Out of fear, I quickly ran upstairs. Even when I am weak, I keep my position so that I do not fall. The handrail became my support. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the image of Hugo lying on the floor, bathed in his blood.

I hurriedly picked up the suitcase and, trembling, picked up the clothes I had pulled out. I no longer chose the clothes I would wear. All I could think about was how to get out of this house. My hands don’t stop with the trembling. The other clothes were already stained with blood....