After a moment, my room door was knocked on.

The wooden door made a thumping sound, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, giving a surreal feeling.

I could immediately open the door and then strike the intruder with a hammer.

But I didn't do that. Instead, I stared vigilantly in the direction of the door, without saying a word.

"It's me. Sister-in-law, don't you remember me?"

Young sister-in-law?

At the moment I heard the voice, I thought I was hallucinating.

Shouldn't my young sister-in-law be in a mental sanatorium? Why would she appear at my home at this time?

Behind the door, she smiled, seemingly self-deprecating.

"I forgot, sister-in-law hates our family. Even if my brother is dead, his sins cannot be washed away, right?"

What's the point of saying these things at a time like this?

I didn't understand why my young sister-in-law would be here, and why she would say these things.

"How did you end up here?"

Upon hearing me speak, she seemed stunned for a moment.

However, she quickly answered my question, "Because..."

Because of what?

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and I didn't have time to ask, because suddenly, the wardrobe behind me was opened.

No! To be precise, it was pushed open by someone from inside.