The Woman From Hell

The smell of books wafted from the inside, and I could vaguely catch the scent of dampness.

An abandoned bookstore. Sometimes, I really admired Nicky's ability to find such places.

I walked in. There were still various books on the shelves, but some looked worn out, and dust covered the shelves.

I looked around but did not see anyone.

My brows furrowed slightly. I did not want to continue wandering farther inside but Nicky's voice sounded from somewhere, "I'm here."

I stopped, still hesitating whether or not to enter, but I was unable to refuse the chance to learn my mother's secret. Even if Nicky was lying, I still needed to know where she came to learn of my mother. Following her voice, I came to a small door next to the counter. There was a yellow curtain. I opened it and entered. I caught a glimpse of Nicky sitting inside. Seeing me, she stood up.

Compared to the mess outside, the inside was well organized. There was even a small bed, which may be where the former owner used to rest.

know about my mother?" I went straight to the point, not wanting to waste

gaze toward me, and there was confusion in them. Nicky shrugged and let out a laugh. "Looks like

you know to lie to me about my mother? Who told

gaze as she shook her head. "I won't tell you since you want to know. Anyway, you won't

Surprised, I subconsciously turned

she had hired had already closed the door before me. Two tall men stood on both sides of the door staring at me solemnly They

approached me step by step, while I took a few steps back and put some distance between us. "What are you going to

why I took you to

time to sell

and the smile on her face

phone in my bag rang. With one look from her, one of the men by the door ran over, grabbed my bag forcefully, and handed her the phone in my

pursed