Sitting on a small desk, she ate her supper and flipped through a newspaper that was clearly worn and torn a long time ago. She spent a couple of hundred dollars on the missing person column at the center of the page.

“Please contact Zoe Sanders if you have any clues or information regarding her missing family.”

It was a small piece, but it symbolized her hope of reuniting with her family. She saved up for a long time before she could afford it, but it had been many days since it was posted up and no one had called her.

Nobody found her!

Her family didn’t see the small piece in the newspaper!

She was reading it quietly and, before she knew it, fell into a trance. She had lost her memories. If she lost her hope as well, then she was no different from a shambling corpse. Life would feel depressing and pointless.

…

Zoe got downstairs at half past six in the morning. Luke was already waiting for her there.

He opened the door for her.

Again, she wasn’t a fool. So, she asked at onc