The doorbell of Anna's mansion rang. Anna shuddered. Who… who is looking for me? I didn't contact anyone at all. Who could have shown up at my door?
Filled with uneasiness, she grabbed the baseball bat below the glass coffee table and walked towards the door stealthily. She peeked out of the peephole in a bid to see what was outside.
Anna dropped the baseball bat onto the ground and huddled up into a ball. Her lips quivered and she turned as pale as a sheet. The gauntness of her face made her look ghastly.
It was the police!
Her mind was sent into a frenzy. Why are the police looking for me? Did that man die? Did I leave any clues behind? Did the police find out that I was the one who killed him? Are they planning to put me behind bars?
Anna closed her eyes and leaned against the door.
It's over. It's truly over for me!
