The man glanced outside, his expression furious, but his height prevented him from spotting the ledge just below the window.
Under the cover of night, the girl clung tightly to the wall. She was small and thin to begin with, which placed her perfectly in his blind spot.
It was a close call, but she remained undiscovered.
In reality, if the man had been at a higher vantage point, or if he had lowered his head just a bit more.
If he had looked just a little more carefully, he would have discovered her.
The girl was clinging to the wall, holding her breath, not daring to move, as stiff and still as a corpse.
"Dammit, where is she? A whole person… where the hell did she go?!"
He ground his teeth viciously, gripping the knife and swinging his arms in a rage.
He hacked at the washing machine again.
[Oh my God, he's gone crazy!]
[Hold on! Whatever you do, don't make a sound!]
[Thank God, thank God! The streamer saved you, otherwise you would've been a goner!]
