A house with a red-chipped paint wall loomed at the far end of the hillside village. From afar, it is the perfect illusion of an old building with a sad history under the dim light of night.
Indeed, it is...
Naomi could replay the little girl version of her running around what had been her playground when she was little. Years later, she was in despair in her hometown, about to embark on her battleground.
Since the day law enforcement took her father away from their house for murder charges, their lives had been a misery with minimum financial support and the glare of the people around them as if they were criminals. As a child, life had never been normal.
When they were expecting their father's return one day, they instead got to hold his urn of ashes instead of themselves. They sai
