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Elena's pov;

I wasn't a bright child but I knew better to obey or act nicely with a stranger I hardly met.

The truth is, I didn't knew why I insisted on repaying him---he could be serial killer or kidnapper for all I know. But...something within my gut told me to follow him. And for me my gut feeling was always right.

But as they say, 'intuitions can be unpredictable.' So you never know where you'll land.

Half an hour had probably passed since he'd left me here by myself. I had heard loud chatters from the second floor. Laughters and giggles, followed by playful yellings.

I shifted towards the wall, attempting to relief the numbness that had spread all over my feet. Both of them ached however I suppressed it.

I inhaled a deep breath and wrapped my arms around myself, instantly regretting when the scattered scalds rubbed against the shirt. Hissing, I lifted my arms to see the damage on the upper side of my hand, again. For me something about examining my injuries was like digging a hid