Stone House
The old man turned towards me. He gestured again. I could understand a bit: he wanted to know the condition of the girl.
I didn't know how the old man would react. It was not easy to save the girl. Then I looked around the room.
Since it was a girl's room, there must be something to draw and write with.
Then my gaze fell on a chalk piece. I walked up to the spot and picked it up.
The old man understood. He wanted to know what the young man was up to.
I recalled the picture and drew the image of the black lily flower on the floor. After drawing the flower, I turned towards the old man.
I gestured again. I pointed from the flower towards the ten-year-old girl.
Seeing that, the old man seemed to realize something; he exited the room without saying anything.
Seeing that, I was stunned. I didn't expect the old man to leave right away. I guess he knows about the flower.
