I hugged my granny warmly.
I've missed her.
She was so proud of me and burst into tears when she saw my 19 years old self.
Everything was the same in the village except people didn't talk about mysterious things anymore. Grandmas didn't tell their grandchildren about the supernatural creatures. Only because their attention was stolen by a serial killer that appeared in the village three years ago. He/she murdered 37 girls. Police found them with an arrow in their throat and a simple rope on their wrist. I hated the serial killer because people didn't care about mysterious things because of him.
