Diya walked silently behind the two kids, holding her fractured left hand in her right one. It was late night and the path was pretty much void of any other human.
The soil of garden in which she landed was sticking on her blue poncho and black boots while the little kid was carrying her hat. She still hadn't figure out the name of older one.
After leaving the garden of old giant mansion, they had walked for no more than a minute along the empty wild road, among concrete houses, when the two kids waking in front of her stopped and turned with two very different looks. One was more pleased and other one was somewhere between scared and cautious.
"Remember the promise?" Said the older kid.
"I will tell nothing and absolutely nothing to any of your sisters. Is this your house?" She gestured to one of the pale yellow painted house in the corner of the street. It was not big but well maintained with flat rooftop.
