(Somewhere in Ezan)
There's a shrill knock on a wooden door. A young woman in her twenties stood behind the door. She sipped her hot tea and acted like she didn't hear the knock.
The knock came again. She exhaled while walking to the door, she touched the door knob to open bit hesitated.
A little girl crawls out of a room towards the young woman. She yelped happily on seeing her mother.
Fear emanates from the young woman's eyes as she rushed to take the little girl and dash back into the room.
If the person knocking was who she had in mind, then he shouldn't lay eyes on his daughter.
She was too late as the door flung open. She ran nevertheless and hid the child in a cupboard.
Turning behind her, her unwelcomed visitor stood, his eyes gray with a evil smirk. His smirk seemed t
