Tasia and Lady Sri flew to the second floor of Tasia's old house and slowly passed through the window. After they managed to enter, Tasia looked around. It turned out that the room was still made into a bedroom, but the arrangement and decoration of the room were much different. Tasia found out that the room belonged to a teenage boy who was fast asleep on a mattress that lay on the floor without a bedframe.
Tasia looked at the boy intently. Who was he? In all her life, Tasia had never seen that teenager's face. She did not resemble any of her mother's relatives. Tasia put her hands on her waists with a confused face while continuing to stare at the teenage boy. Aunt Janet had no sons.
"What is the matter, Anastasia?" Lady Sri asked when she saw Tasia look confused.
"Lady, I don't know this teenage boy.." Tasia mumbled. "I think we have to go to another room to check things,"
