Kaya glanced at the food in front of her, then at the rain pouring outside. Her eyes dropped to her stomach, and she let out a silent curse. Great. At this rate, instead of slimming down, I'll just keep piling on more fat. Still, temptation won. She picked up the food and took a bite, her gaze drifting back to the gray, shifting scenery beyond the window.
The days slipped by like that, quiet and steady.
One afternoon, when Kaya returned from an errand, Veer dropped her at the door before heading off to take care of some work. She stepped inside alone—and immediately froze.
Right at the threshold, a dried leaf lay on the ground. Something was scrawled across it in dark ink—no, not ink. Blood.
Her brows furrowed as she bent to pick it up. The writing was clear, in English:
My name is Gracia. I am 28. I live in England.
Kaya turned the leaf over, searching for more, but those were the only words. She frowned, muttering under her breath, "What kind of self-introduction is this…?"
