Love is hidden the notes | Hsr | Kafka x Female Reader

|Part 12|

You knew what to do now, because a glimmer of hope had begun to shine in your eyes. On the other hand, you were beginning to think about how you were going to do it.

You don't even know where the violin is or where it's hidden. If you did, how would you get this violin?...

Looking around, you turned on the light and your eyes widened in surprise. You were in the library...

So the memory that came to your mind was not a coincidence. The environment of this place brought your memories back to your mind.

You placed your hand on your chest and began to wander around the library. When you were little, you would always come here, talk to your maid, and listen to her tell you about the beauties outside that you had never experienced.

This is one of your very nostalgic and rare beautiful memories...

As you walked towards the shelves and scrubbed the dusty floor with your hand, you realized that no one had been here for a long time.

You quickly dusted the dust off your hands and continued to look at the shelves. Until an idea came to your mind...

There was a map of the palace that your maid gave you when you were little. In those days, you used it to play games with your maid. Your maid was always hiding something and would give you a map and ask you to look for it.

It was the best time of her life...

You were quickly walking between the bookshelves and looking around. From what you recall, I think you had placed it among the books on a shelf.

You didn't think about why you did something like that now, I mean your mind back then wasn't the same as your mind now...

So how do you find that tiny piece of paper among all those bookshelves?

Still, despite knowing this, you continued searching. You looked in every bookcase, your eyes twitching in frustration with each failure.

Really? You couldn't help but ask yourself why you did something like that when you were little.

You exhaled loudly as you looked away in disgust. It wasn't here either...

As you made your way to the next shelf, you were suddenly distracted by the sound of running footsteps. You turned around in concern, looking at the library door. Someone was really coming here...

No, there were a lot of people coming. You made that happen. And the fact that they were running meant they were definitely looking for you.

You could feel your heart pounding in your throat from fear and anxiety. You quickly left where you were, looking around quickly, trying to find where you could hide yourself this time.

Until you saw a shelf in the dark. You quickly hid behind it, leaning your back against the shelf, covering your mouth with your hand and closing your eyes in fear.

Just then, the door opened with a loud bang and when your father's scream reached your ears, your eyes opened quickly and your pupils contracted.