Krakkkkkkkk ...
The sound of the basement door opening loudly can be heard there after so long now.
"Carl is dead."
The man of half a century, wearing a hat while smoking a cigarette said there. He walked slowly, stomping on his feet while holding a cane for support. Then, he sat on the bed that was there.
"Hah ... here I am thinking that you are finally remember about your wife and come in here." The woman who was bound with an iron chain, in a state of confusion, was sitting on the floor.
"Are you going to blame me on that too? Mr. Lee?" She is now looking right into the face of the man who is still her husband.
Didn't answer that question. Mr. Lee tossed the documents he had brought with him in front of the woman.
"Sign it. Every sheet." He said, sounded dictate.
Lazily, the woman picked up the document and began to read it.
