The smell of death wafted in their nostrils even before they stepped into the house!
After Rada had craned her neck peeking inside Orn-arin’s house to find anyone who could let them in, she found out that the house was closed with Orn-arin's favorite dog sadly sleeping in a small cage in one corner of the house. Boss tried to raise his head to see before saying.
“I don’t think there’s anyone inside the house, Rada.”
“I think so…Orn-arin’s house is usually crowded. Her father, mother, grandpa, grandma, and their grandchildren are all living in the house. Where did they go?” While Rada was complaining, a hand touched her back, starting the girl up. Turning around, Rada saw a woman whom she did not know, and the other party had no idea who Rada was either.
“Who are you looking for?”