Ella and Alfred were already outside the room. Their eyes began to look at the surroundings warily. They had heard gunshots before, and it had made them both think of something they didn't want to imagine.
"I've called the police," said Ella, who was holding her cell phone.
Just before leaving, Alfred asked Ella to call the police. The only help that will help them right now.
"Good, then... We have at least fifteen minutes before they arrive," Alfred replied.
"Shouldn't there be one more person in this place, and that was a gunshot, wasn't it?" Ella asked. She gripped Alfred's coat tightly, though it was only a pinch she could grasp.
"Ohh... gosh! What's going on down there," Ella said in a trembling voice.
Before Alfred could answer Ella's question. They heard gunshots again. Ella shrieked in fear and remained behind her husband's back.
"Ella!!" Alfred said dreamily and his wife's daydream.
