The week that followed felt like a blur, and slowly, the memory of the strange encounter with the strange man started to fade from Coco's mind.
Day after day, she busied herself with various activities and the cryptic words, the eerie smile of the stranger, the ominous she felt when she met him gradually receded to the back of her thoughts.
As the days went by, the incident was almost forgotten, pushed aside by the hustle and bustle of daily life.
However, every so often, a fleeting thought would surface, nagging at the edges of her consciousness as if reminding her of the impending storm.
For the past week, Coco had found herself with abundant free time which led her to indulge in moments of leisure and relaxation— most days, she could be found pottering around the house, engaging in light tasks such as dusting furniture and wiping surfaces.
One of her favorite spots, however, was at the back of the house, where she often strolled, simply enjoying the peace and quiet.
