Clara's POV
I dashed inside, making careful to draw the curtains and shut all of the blinds.
To make sure nobody was trailing after us, I took one more look through the curtain.
Ivy attempted to comfort me, "It's alright; I'm sure no one is following us."
Just in case, I turned off our lights so it would seem like nobody was at home.
"He's going to send his henchmen to follow me again; I'm in so much difficulty right now." I went crazy.
Ivy motioned for me to inhale deeply.
"Relax, I promised to assist you in developing a plan. The problem will only become worse if you get panicked." Ivy went on.
The sound of an essential being turned in our front door reached my ears. With its loud sound, the door split open, and Mom entered carrying a large package.
"Why is this place so dark?"
