Clover was alone in her room. She lay on her bed, her weary eyes gazing at the ceiling. Her phone was tossed aside, with the screen displaying trending topics related to her.
It was a surprise that the news about her ending up as a sex slave wasn't brought to light.
A gentle breeze slipped into her room through the ajar window, caressing her cheeks with a comforting touch. Orangy leaves floated down from their branches, forming small heaps on the ground. Squirrels chirped, hiding in the branches, diligently cracking nuts, while others hopped around, eagerly searching for more.
Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
'Danise?' she thought.
"Danise, didn't you..." As soon as she opened the door and saw who it was, she trailed off.
It was Stella. She wasn't supposed to know about this place, let alone be here.
Clover stood still, having no intention of inviting her in.
"You're not letting me in?" Stella frowned with her arms folded across her chest.
Considering her tempera
