"What… have you done to her?"
Miss Pepondosovich rarely experiences rage or anger — after all, she had already experienced the greatest pain when she lost her children. She truly thought she would not feel like that again, and she wished to truly never feel like that again.
But when Riley's children were born, she felt a certain sense of maternal duty to protect them. And now, knowing that something might have happened to her, she couldn't control her anger — not even thinking of the evil and bad things that Renna had done before his disappearance.
And very soon, everything that could crumble around them started to crumble. The shelves, somewhat tearing apart on their own; the books, for some reason, were starting to grow old — some of them even caught on fire when the nails that were torn from the shelves hit each other and created a spark.
"Ack!"
"Nannah…!?"
"I'm… I'm okay."
