This room should be Henrietta's counterpart.
Because she knows my name, and because the voice sounded female, although that shouldn't be an indicator for recognizing counterparts.
But was it my name? Because of the way she screamed it, it sounded more like Kenneth instead of Kennith—it sounded the same way the people around the giant had called him.
I was still lying on Henry and got crushed in his arms, his body flinching when hearing her call the name that was so similar to mine, when the next moment, we heard debris fall.
We both turned our heads rapidly to the source of the sound and saw something long and black reaching out of the wall at the other side of the room, right above the spot Henrietta was leaning unconsciously, unsuspecting of the danger above her.
Henry jumped up with me and pushed me into the corner to the child, who was silently crying rivers out of fear, before he grabbed the gun on the floor and took a fighting stance in front of us.
