The Woman From Hell

I looked around and found that my surroundings were pitch-black.

There were few street lights around. If it were not for the light on my cell phone, we might have to grope our way in the dark.

The prosperity and poverty of a city were directly proportional to each other. Rich people could become rich to an unimaginable degree, while poor people could be poor to an unthinkable degree.

After walking a stretch of road with Theo, we realized in hindsight that we seemed to have forgotten which direction the couple went in.

I fished out my phone and planned to give Amelia's mother a call, but before the call could connect, we heard a series of commotions not far from us.

The commotion came from behind a slightly old building. Theo lit the way with the flash on his phone. There was a path in front of us.

It was especially narrow, and only one person could pass at a time.

Theo exhorted, "Follow me and watch where you step"

and crossed the path

small courtyard that was only a dozen square

shone a light on it and saw that the ground in the

old pots and pans, as

storage fees from you, yet you're here asking me for money?

I could roughly make out her appearance. She was wearing a poor-quality mink coat, exaggerated gold earrings, and bright red lipstick. She looked like she was about

while kicking the

enough layers. We owe you months of rental, so you have all the right to deduct our rent from these things. Now that winter's almost here, we have to

people in my life. Everyone is struggling. Take

take the clothes on the floor. Amelia's father squatted on the ground as

something with scarlet

what looked like a

not help but say as I