Besides, the newcomers looked like they had been living the good life, not knowing what kind of place Briley was.
On their first day, a woman in the group took a liking to the stone house where Hannah lived.
She insisted on smashing the door and driving out the people inside.
The noise of smashing the door was so loud that it woke Hannah.
It had rained all night, and the ground was still wet.
There was no sun, only thick dark clouds, and the cold wind was bone-chillingly cold.
Hannah had not gotten enough sleep and woke up cranky, with her cheeks puffed, sitting on the bed.
She was not just a frizzy-haired kitten, but a kitten baring its teeth and showing its grimace.
With an arched back and a purring sound in her mouth, she looked ready to pounce and claw at any moment.
"Hannah?" Archer stood to the side, calling her name.
Hannah turned her head, in a very bad mood, "What?"
Soft, yet fierce.
