My eyes opened wide and my gaze searched the darkroom for the person whose heart was beating so loudly. In the dark room I caught sight of the farthest and darkest corner where two eyes shone. My body broke out in a cold sweat and I instantly sat up in bed with my back pressed against the cool wall. Looking into the eyes of this stranger, I couldn't tell what his identity was - his eyes looked strange.
"Who are you?" My calm voice drifted around the room.
"You don't need to know. I see you are beginning to follow in your mother's footsteps." The stranger held up a moon, a key that dangled in his hands on a long chain.
Well, this pendant belongs to me. Only over my dead body will this scoundrel be able to leave this house with the key in his hands. It seems that he knows my mother and
