Keila Forger's Point of View
The next day, I woke up in the silence of the house. Aiden immediately left after receiving a call, leaving me alone in that gigantic space like some doll in a dollhouse. Glass walls, unique chandelier hanging, sculptures, book shelves, and high-end equipment. All I see from left and right and up and down, are things that will cost me my whole life if I try to buy one. Luxuries that I can't afford with my meager income as a part time employee.
I tried to walk around the house a little bit more to know more about its owner but it is nothing but a dead house. A dead beautiful house that looks more like a museum than a house. Not a single frame of his photo is displayed and everything is just placed on its places based on aesthetic. Well, thinking back on how th
