The young lady held on to Isaac tightly as they maneuvered the dark, eerie streets at night. Their shadows cast on the ground by the dim streetlights were long and stretched out.
They turned into a small lane and reached a tiny brick hut. The young lady then hurriedly knocked on the door several times, crying out, "Grandma, it's me! Grandma, open the door, please!"
Creak!
The door opened, revealing an old woman with a severe hunchback.
When she saw the young lady's torn and tattered clothing and the bruises on her neck, the old woman immediately approached her and exclaimed, "Erica! What happened? How did your bruises all come about?"
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