Xiao Chen sat quietly to a corner of the room. If not for her quivering lips, she could easily pass as taking a rest…
But, it was true that she was shaking in fear due to her mild claustrophobia.
In her past, she would do all she can to keep her space open, and this was true for both when she was living in her tent and in her modest residence. The Hope had a record low criminal rate so she was not particularly afraid to leave the door open.
Even before that, when she was still sharing an apartment with her friends, the windows in the room would always be wide open, and that had landed her into multiple altercations with her roommates.
This was all thanks to the memory that had been haunting her since she was 9…
Hiding under the bed, she bit her tongue tightly despite her parents’ blood that was seeping through the mattress. When the police arrived 2 days later, they found an unmoving little girl caked in her parents’ fresh blood curling into herself…
