His Sister

I had just come back from the dance class, and I was covered in sweat, which was sticky and uncomfortable. I took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Turning on the shower head, the warm water splashed on the body, washing away the fatigue. I hummed comfortably. Outside the bathroom, there was also a muffled hum. I was startled. Outside the transparent frosted glass door, a pair of greedy eyes stared directly at me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.