Four days later, Santiago was woken up by the knocking on his door. Rubbing his eyes, he pulled his quilt to get out of the bed but just as he pulled the quilt off his body, his gaze fell on a folded document placed near his pillow. He hadn't put these documents here. And nobody came to his room either.
Then, who could have put these papers here?
And what sort of documents were these?
Suddenly he had a very bad premonition. Last night, Persephone came to see him. He thought she was finally there to talk to him. She hadn't talked to anyone since that day. Neither had she come out of her room. And when she knocked on his door, he felt a rush of happiness entering his heart but who would have thought that she wouldn't say more than a sentence?
'Where are my rings, Santiago?'
