The room was very clean.
A bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.
Nothing else was there. However, the bed was empty, the desk was empty, and the wardrobe with its door open had no clothes inside.
The room was so clean that it seemed as if no one had ever lived there.
Seeing this, the person who had just spoken exclaimed in surprise, "Did Coffee move out? When did he leave? I had no idea!"
The others were also astonished, "I never heard him moving out either..."
Eve Thompson didn't enter the room; instead, she asked the person who had just spoken, "When was the last time you saw him?"
"Fourteen days ago," someone remembered clearly, "It was a weekend. After he woke up in the morning, he left and I never saw him again."
Fourteen days ago was the exact day when her sister had died in the explosion.
Eve lowered her eyes.
She clenched her fists.
After a moment, she finally entered the room.
It wasn't completely empty. There was a pen on the desk and a large piece of paper spread out.
