[Donald's Perspective]
It was dark and quiet. This place was scary.
Thud, thud, thud…
I felt my heart pounding against my chest like a drum.
An inexplicable sense of unease hovered in my chest. My eyes opened.
In front of me was the pure white ceiling. This was my bedroom. It looked normal.
I winced. This wasn't right.
I turned to look beside me. The bed was empty. Margaret wasn't here. Where had she gone?
The uneasiness in my heart intensified. I pushed open the closed bathroom door. There was no one here either, but there was Margaret's scent. I followed the scent and opened a cabinet to the side. These were Margaret's pajamas. She had left her clothes here and sneaked out alone?!
How did she get out?
I went to the window sill and saw a rope caught in the gap. I opened the window and looked out. A long rope hung down from here, long enough to reach the ground.
Anger and fear rose in me at the same time.
