Chapter 2.

Ethan's house is huge, so big that I can run around the house bouncing cha-chas.

Instead of locking me in some room, he let me run all over the house.

He indulged me almost 100% except for the fact that the study was locked and I was told that it contained a lot of secret police documents.

There were no knives in the house, no gas, not even china plates because he was afraid I would hurt myself.

When I was just locked up, I also made a demon and asked for help.

Writing [SOS] on windows, deliberately making noise to disturb the public, turning the faucet on to turn the house into a waterfall hole, and even dismantling refrigerators, air conditioners, and televisions ......

Ethan would never be angry when he came home from work, even if I caused him a lot of trouble, even if I made a mess in the house, he would still indulge me with a doting "my boy is great" look.

I was creeped out by the look and even felt a little spooky.

Today, he went back to work.

Took out a napkin and wrote and drew on it, what "110", "help me", "I'm in 701" and so on the basic information written in hundreds of copies, and then kneaded into a small paper ball, and threw them all out along the window.

Let's hope someone can save me.

I lay on my back at the window, looking expectantly at the occasional silhouette of people walking downstairs, little paper balls full of hope alone on the ground, blown away by the wind and cleaned up by the janitorial staff.

I've been doing something like this for a month now.

But no one opened it.

[Click.]

There was a slight ringing at the door, and my ears twitched as I quickly ran to the door, like a little pet waiting for its master to come home, watching silently as the man walked out with a large bag.

Ethan puts down what he's holding and smiles, taking me into his arms and planting a kiss on his forehead, his voice pleasant, [Missed me?]

Instead of answering, I stood on my tiptoes to gaze over his shoulder and watched as the door was slowly closed, cutting off the outside world.

It also isolates my freedom.

To be honest, I wasn't looking forward to his return very much, I just wanted to look outside briefly when he opened the door.

Even empty hallways.

[Ethel was good today, I'm happy,] Ethan's voice rang in my ear, [As long as you stay home, I'm keeping you well hidden.]

[Then no one will hurt you or take you away from me.]

I listened to his murmur and looked up, [why would anyone want to hurt me?]

Obscurity rolled over Ethan's eyes and a solemn hostility erupted from his body, [because they all deserve to die].