
Jiwon ran down the stairs, but she slipped and hit the floor unconscious
Until the afternoon arrived, Jiwon woke up and was already in the main room.
"Ahh.." said Jiwon while holding her head
"Why did I get here" he continued looking around
The sound of Stella's footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs
"Jiwon.." said Stella slowly.
"Ahhkk, that ghostly voice." said Jiwon goosebumps.
"Jiwon, don't be afraid of me" said Stella looking from afar
"I like you." continued with a smile.
"You are a ghost, we are different worlds" Jiwon said with fear.
"But why have we been together all this time" asked Stella
Jiwon flinched and could only be silent because what Stella said was true, even though they remained in one world
"Jiwon.." said Stella walking closer.
"Stella.." said Jiwon standing up and ventured.
"Don't go.." said Stella hugging Jiwon gently.
"Ahkk, even though he's the ghost of his embrace I can still feel right" Jiwon said in her heart
"Of course Jiwon, because it's a loving hug" said Stella, who kept hugging her
"How could you die." asked Jiwon quietly
"Then why did you become a curious ghost in this building, kill the incoming employees" he continued
Stella took off her arms and sat down on the table and Jiwon just stood frozen there
"Do you right2 want to know all that" asked Stella
"Yes.." Jiwon's brief.
5 Years before that....
The old building is the most popular business building in the city, with a very stable summary and marketing, fast work and also very satisfying results
Stella is the most trusted employee by Mr. Indame, he is the idea of all ideas belonging to Mr. Indame
Stella entered Mr. Indame's room
"Sir, I want to send you the results of the report" Stella said.
"Well, where do I see first." said Mr. Indame
"Many items are ordered with a small amount of our production, how can we finish it on time, sir." asked Stella.
"I will intervene myself to help complete it, also open the job registration." said Mr. Indame
"Well.." said Stella taking her report and exiting the room.
Inside Mr. Indame began to feel anxious, out there are so many more great competitors. He wants his business will be up and up to know many people until abroad
"I can't keep this up." said Mr. Indame.
"Just rule and don't help" he continued to stand and go to the roof
In the evening, Mr. Indame returned to the building to start doing his work
He made dozens of very good items with high quality until in this era benda2 it can be called antiques
"Never complain if you want to succeed" said Mr. Indame.
His hand was hit by the forming machine until it bled, Mr. Indame came out of the warehouse to take the P3K box. But when he went down the stairs, that's where exactly the theft occurred
"Woy, who are you." cried Mr. Indame.
"Damn it, why can there be people" said one of them
"Stop it, she's on her own" said another.
"His hand is hurt, let's finish it" another word and they killed Mr. Indame there with a knife stab repeatedly2 in the stomach and hit a blunt object on his head to death on the spot.