The further she walked, the more secluded the surroundings became, and Joy Parker's originally calm heart started to become restless.
Damn it, today couldn't possibly be the day of her execution, could it?
The thought became increasingly prominent in Joy Parker's mind as she recalled Jordan Guthrie's cold and ruthless expression from earlier that day. She walked slower and slower, and her heart sank deeper and deeper.
Although she had already braced for the worst, when death loomed, she still couldn't suppress her fear of it.
The grand pavilions and towers around faded away and in their place stood a rundown, shabby hut. Jordan Guthrie pushed open the large door and said to Joy Parker, "Go inside."
Joy Parker silently looked at him, swallowed hard, and cautiously entered.
The decorations inside the hut made her tense in an instant, and she quickly turned her head to Jordan Guthrie questioning, "This is...?"
Jordan Guthrie calmly looked at her, "From now on, you'll live here."
