Isn’t this a café...

Ryan narrowly escaped from his old home, still shaken as he stood by the roadside.

Reflecting on the recent events, everything seemed eerily out of place.

The room was untouched, the bloodstains on the girl's shirt, that familiar figure.

Even the way things oddly turned out safe in the end, each aspect on its own was baffling.

He stuffed the rabbit plushie and the notebook into his messenger bag, thinking he might not be so lucky if he lost them again.

Without any real understanding, no one could make sense of it out of thin air.

Ryan was no exception,he had no clue who that girl really was.

Just thinking about it gave him a headache, and his way of dealing with it was to simply push it aside for now, not giving it another thought.

After all, he only spent one day a week outside,the rest of the time he was at Alice's villa.

Even if someone was after him, they wouldn't dare go to Alice's villa, right?