"THERE'S not even hidden money here," I exclaimed as I sat on the floor, wiping my sweat on my forehead using my right hand. "Are you really that broke, Camilla?!" I tried to provoke her so she could show herself again in front of me, but instead of provoking her, I unconsciously provoked myself as I throw one of the antique things in her bedroom because of frustration.
It's not really antique, though. I am just calling it that way because it seems like these things here were created in the 1900s because of their dust. It looked old because of the dirt covered in it. It feels disgusting to touch all of these things, but I don't have a choice, since I was intensively looking for hidden money, gold bars, or something.
I know that I tried to find something earlier, but I failed. My brain i
