Charlotte Miller was temporarily detained in the police station's interrogation room.
The scent of blood emanating from her filled the entire room, and she was wearing that black shirt of Atlas Hallow.
Bloodstains on black clothes are not easily noticeable, but when too many bloodstains dry and congeal, the soft shirt becomes hard, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.
Charlotte had never so desperately wanted to take a proper hot shower.
At this moment, her body carried the alcoholic sweat of Atlas Hallow, the blood from Hailey Hill, and the dust from that old house, constantly reminding her of all that had happened.
She wished to wash herself clean, erasing every trace, as if these ugly events had never happened.
What exactly happened today during the day? Who would tell her what was going on?
How did she end up in that unfamiliar small house, and why was there a knife in her hand, which was stabbed into Hailey Hill.
