Puzzled by the sudden change, she hurried to her room, only to find that her belongings were not in their usual places—they were missing.
Without hesitation, Selina rushed out of her apartment and descended the steps to the first floor, where her landlady lived. When she reached the door, she knocked quietly so as not to awaken the family, assuming they might be asleep since it was already late.
Knock.
Knock.
Selina knocked on the door twice before stepping back when she heard her landlady saying.
"Who is it? Do you want to break down my door?" an elderly voice called from inside, dripped with irritation.
A minute later, the door opened, revealing her landlady—a woman in her mid-fifties—standing behind the door like a shield, with only her head poking out.
"It's you, Selina," she said, a mix of shock and fear flashing in her voice.
"Yes, it's me," Selina replied. But before she could explain her unexpected visit, her landlady interrupted.
