"Mo Qingchen!" she yelled into the empty space. She turned around and tried to see where they could have gone. "Anybody there?" she called out, assuming someone was actually in the house with them.
Silence.
She snooped around a bit, calling out anyone but it was as though they had vanished. The place was designed like a labyrinth, so it wasn't a surprise.
Unable to find her way, she headed back to the foyer. When she reached the entranceway, the butler was standing there all prim and proper. How he had come back without passing by her was a mystery.
He was just opening the door as she entered the room.
As the door swung open, she nearly fell over. Standing before her was a familiar face. He was holding a bicycle helmet in one hand and a large envelope in the other.
His hair was different than she remembered but she knew that glassy, bloodshot eye everywhere.
"Fuck me!" he shouted, his eyes landing on her face.
