Jasmine Yale hugged the stuffed bear tightly, inhaling its fragrance.
She was happy to have spent another joyful birthday.
As she walked in the corridor, suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps behind her, the "tap tap" of leather shoes on the floor!
Jasmine Yale panicked a little, her heart thumping wildly—could it be a criminal?
Just as she prepared to quicken her pace, someone from behind grabbed her and forcefully pressed her against the wall!
A familiar scent came over her, and in her panic, Jasmine Yale looked intently—
It turned out to be Sylvan Cheney.
Her heart sank, but a thin layer of sweat still seeped from her forehead.
Hugging the stuffed bear tightly, she stood in the empty corridor, quietly looking at him.
Sylvan Cheney looked terrible, he had been drinking, and a lot, reeking of alcohol, even his eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed.
Jasmine Yale's back was pressed tightly against the cold wall, and her fingers trembled involuntarily.
