After struggling to try to sleep and forget about her father's shadow and the troubles that had been going through her mind last night, Lisa left with a sluggish body to the tax office the next day.
Today, Lisa asked permission to be a little late to the office to solve one of her many problems in life. She didn't have time to shower this morning. She only wore as much perfume as she could to cover up the unpleasant smell that stuck to her body. Her hair was simply tied back in an improper manner, leaving a few strands of hair hanging unkempt at her shoulders. She looked like a tramp at least by Lisa's standards of tidiness.
Before she ordered an online motorcycle taxi, her mother advised her to immediately find information about new housing. Her mother's plan to sell the cursed house was no joke. It was a harsh reality that they could not survive just by depending on Lisa's salary. The house was one of the luxuries that they must be sacrificed.
