Mute Witness

Stranger

I went back to loneliness after the Judge and the two children left. I was curious and

wondering, what will happen next?

Will the two children get along as expected?

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It has been two days since the Judge visited me last time. Tonight, it looks like he won't either.

I wonder what happened

with her? He usually spends a lot of time here late at night.

I heard footsteps coming from the public library. I can feel

that step is getting closer. Could it be the judge?

But.. Why would he visit me in the early hours like this?

No. gabe..

I don't recognize these footsteps.

But who knows where I am but the Judge?

Was the stalker two days ago? Or two generations of successors, Ari and Ali?

Not yet had all this confusion found the answer, the man has now

standing in my room facing right at me.

I was very surprised by the speed at which he found this place and opened it. Even what I didn't expect, why would a person like him find this place?

After a few seconds he just looked at me in full search. I can't be sure who this guy is.

Since I was produced to this day, I have only seen the succeeding generations of the family and the people who produced me.

I've never seen anyone but them.

In the end, I drew a conclusion

that man has only one design.

What distinguishes them is the size of height and fat or not. One interesting thing about them is that none of them have the same face.

Therefore, the only difference between them at once to recognize each other is just the face.

From the shape I can make sure that in front of me this is indeed human. But I didn't recognize him at all.

I began to look at him hoping to find clues about who he was and why he was here.

He was wearing black, gray boots. I don't know if she's wearing socks or not because it's covered in gray jeans with a tear in the second

his knee.

He was wearing a black shirt wrapped in a worn jacket with his left and right chest. And the head is astonishing because it is covered in a cloth that only gives a gap in the mouth and eyes. He clearly doesn't want to be recognized.

He now took something behind his back, a sack.

Make what?

I kept watching his every move. His right hand began to feel the pocket of the jacket that was on his left chest picking up something, a key.

I was astonished, where did he find the key?!

Without further ado, he approached my closet and opened it.

What's he gonna do?

Without getting an answer to all my confusion, in an instant I had moved from the closet to the sack she was carrying.

“Hei.. Where are you taking me?”

I screamed in panic. Even though I knew it was a wasted effort. I feel my body

beheaded and taken away.

What does this guy mean?

Why would he take me out of here? Doesn't he know that I'm a secret family archive that you can't take anywhere?

Even I have never left that room since I was produced!

I felt this person slowly take me out of the room.