The pitter-patter of rain continued outside. This night seemed neverending.
The candle lights wavered against the rainy backdrop. There was a grave silence in the apartment.
Lin Sanjiu sat on the floor. Her fingers trembled slightly. Her heart palpitated as she stared at the woman in front of her. The low coffee table had been knocked over by Lin Sanjiu after she was startled. After she called out to the woman a few times without a response, she finally dragged the sofa aside revealing the pale-faced woman.
Annie Chapman's face was still covered with a thick layer of make-up. Her crimson red lips were slightly parted. Her eyes bulged from her eye sockets as if they were about to pop out.
