Death knocks at your door, and before you can tell him to come in, he is in the house with you.
On the door number 786, a knock had arrived.
Someone had knocked.
It was one gentle, simple and unknown knock.
Milo, like the kid she was, figured it was Zane.
But living in the slums and watching Zane closely, she had developed senses as well.
She was just about to open the door before she recalled a few things.
Zane had the key so why would he knock?
If he lost the key then knocking the door made sense.
But he had said that he would knock three times.
Neither of those things happened that only suggested one thing.
And when Milo understood them, her body reacted the way children react seeing their drunk father coming home.
But she still gathered her courage and formed the most logical question she could think of.
"Who are you?"
Her shivering voice went outside the door and in response, came a stern voice devoid of any love but filled with amusement.
