The Woman From Hell

"Do you live close by?"

I had never seen him despite moving here after so long.

The man nodded. "Yeah, I just moved in. I'm still organizing my stuff. I heard people shouting here, so I came over to look. Those men don't look like good people. Are you alone at home?" ""Yes. I live alone."

"You should be more careful. They'll come again since they didn't succeed this time. You should find someone to accompany you." The man laughed after he said that.

Every word from him was light but not without weight. It was soothing.

Just then, policemen from the nearby area came up to my door.

"Good day to you. I received the news that someone was being harassed?"

"Ah yes, hello," I greeted quickly.

The policeman turned his gaze to the man opposite me. "Who is he?"

"He gave me a hand just now," I explained.

"Let's go through the situation together, then."

I invited them into the living room.

""Your name?"

Lane," I answered

turned to the man

"Neil Hendersohn."

corrected him and said, "It's spelled Hendersohn.

see." The policemen had probably never

also the first

began asking me some questions

the police stood up. "We more or less have a picture now based on what you said. These people will show up again since they failed this time. You can request police protection, Miss Lane."

sigh of relief after sending them off. I turned around and looked at the

"Yes, that's right. A pleasure to meet you. We'll be neighbors from

mentioned you were still in the

Neil hurriedly waved his hand. "It's fine, it's

out once since you've done the same

"Uhm... Alright then."

me to his house. It was really close by, just a few steps

been cleaned up. It was obvious

I asked while helping

it. I was abroad before this. I just came back." Neil took out a few photos and placed them on the