Norris Moore huddled with her legs pulled up, sitting on the bed waiting.
The sunlight gradually shone upon her, signaling it was already noon. That man should be coming back soon.
Every day around noon, he would return to bring her food.
After having lunch together, he would rest in the room for a while.
But today, there was a slight mishap.
Norris Moore felt the beam of sunlight gradually shifting away from her. But the man hadn't come back.
She rested her chin on her knees, her lips slightly pursed, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
The air around her gradually cooled, and it was almost afternoon now.
She bowed her head and buried her face in her legs, hugging her knees tightly.
Time passed, and suddenly there was a noise from outside the door.
She lifted her head abruptly.
The wind rushed in, carrying a strong scent of blood.
Her heart tightened suddenly as she looked up at the doorway. She couldn't see anyone entering, but she knew it was him.
