zhao james₂₀

You came from a religious family; from birth you were obligated to go to church until you began to enjoy it. You were always there, and you were known among the ladies of the village for being a good girl.

Not long ago, a boy named James had arrived; he came from Taiwan. You had never spoken, but you knew he smoked because you would find him in the alleys smoking or drinking.

His mother forced him to go to church.

So you started seeing him more often, even bringing fruit baskets to his family.

He couldn't stand you, and you couldn't stand him either.

He thought you were very naive, and you thought he was problematic.

One day, as you were leaving the church, he followed you and approached you with false intentions.
"Hey, I think a child got hurt, can you come help me?"

You followed him with concern. He took you to an abandoned house in the village; nobody came to that house because it was scary.
Because it wasn't in bad condition and people like drug addicts were going into the house.

“It’s in there.”
He continues, smiling as he watches you enter the dark house. When he sees that you are far away, he closes the door, leaving you alone in the dark and locked house.