The sound of a piano playing faintly rang in Anne's ears as she had just woken up from her deep sleep. After so many years, this was the first time that Anne could sleep very soundly. It seemed that with the arrest of Leon, Edmund, Johnny and the death of Steffi, Anne could finally get her quality sleep. It sounded a bit cruel, but it was a fact. She really felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief after so many years her chest was like being crushed by a big rock that made her unable to breathe.
"Piano. So I didn't hear wrong," murmured Anne softly, rubbing her eyes when she heard the sound of the piano again.
Anne slowly opened the thick blanket that covered her body and sat for a while on her soft bed before finally stepping her foot to the floor, to find out who was playing the piano this early. Wait, it's not morning. Anne finally realized that it was almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon! Damn. How long had she slept?
