Whooo whooo whooo...
The woman in white didn't seem to notice the half head poking out of the room and continued to sob softly.
I was somewhat puzzled. The woman in white certainly had the power to directly take the lives of her husband and that woman who snatched her husband, but why did she still act this way? Did she want to torment these two scums so much? Perhaps that was the case.
I didn't step forward to disturb her or ask anything, just quietly stood to one side, silently watching.
"Who the hell is crying in my house in the middle of the night?" After looking around, the head that had poked out didn't seem to find anything and so asked aloud. Of course, his voice didn't seem very commanding, but rather somewhat guilty.
Whooo whooo whooo...
