It has been five days since the incident and Nathalie was always in her room.
No one knew what she was up to, even his father.
All this time, she had already laid down the preparations, just a matter of time that would tick for them to pop for her benefit.
Withal, she took a strut towards the vanity, and there she pulled up the safe and retreated the heap of a brand new paper from it. Every flip from the page reeked of age; its musky wood scent hovered to her nose.
"Let me check the phone as well." She grabbed it from the sling bag and pressed the power button. To her surprise, it beeped and powered on.
Her things were still present, and it left her dumbfounded as to how it was possible. Some advanced technologies went through this high-fantasy world she had created.
