In the middle of a cold night, a woman moved nimbly to the familiar place she had been going to lately. The woman's brows furrowed lightly as she couldn't sense any signs of life from inside the dilapidated apartment.
"Freya?"
Flora started calling the girl's name as her hand tried to open the door to Freya's apartment, which turned out to be locked. It's almost midnight, so it seems impossible if Freya is still working as usual. Flora tried to be patient by waiting a little longer. But no matter how long Flora waited, she couldn't see the girl's appearance.
Slowly, Flora's eyebrows began to furrow as her hands, which were slightly frozen due to the cold air, began to take out her cell phone to dial the number the girl had given her. Not active. Flora started to become wary when Freya didn't return or answer her calls after a long time.
