Mnie was now staying in an old area in the North district. The security there was not great, and the locks were old and dpidated. It was equivalent to having no locks.
She was a light sleeper, and because of everything that had been happening recently, she did not sleep very soundly through the night.
Mnie heard someone trying to break down her door in the middle of the night. She had initially thought that she heard wrong.
However, the sound continued urgently for quite a few minutes. Whoever it was sounded like they were trying to knock her door down, and this alerted Mnie.
Her house was on the first floor, and her window was facing a small garden. Mnie could not see well, but she could hear someone using something to try and break her window.
Fortunately, her grandfather had installed guard rails <b>to </b>prevent theft<b>, </b>which was why that person was not able to get in through the window.
However, it was still quite frightening to hear someone knocking on the window in the middle of the night.
Mnie hid under her nket, not daring <b>to </b>move<b>. </b>She did not even dare <b>to </b>turn on the lights because she was afraid they would know she was at home.
She even heard the person outside shouting, <b>“</b>Give me back my money! Give me back my money<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Mnie tried to calm down. She found her phone and called <b>911</b><b>. </b>
She spoke in a very low voice while whoever was out there began banging her door louder and louder.
It was very scary.
However, Mnie managed to maintain her cool. She felt about her and got out of bed to lock her room door.
The lights in the room were too dim<b>, </b>and she identally kicked <b>the </b>corner of her wardrobe. She teared up in pain but could only muffle her grunt as she stumbled back <b>to </b>bed.
Those loud bangings continued for more than <b>20 </b>minutes and only stopped when the police arrived.
Mnie felt <b>even </b>more anxious when she <b>heard </b><b>the </bmotion <b>outside</b>.
Once everything had quietened, Mnie began <b>to </b><b>feel </b>panic and <b>fear </b>again.
She was able to act with reason when facing danger, but at the <b>end </b><b>of </b>the <b>day</b>, she was just a woman of
about 20.
Mnie looked up at the thick curtains covering the windows and felt like someone might jump
through them at any second.
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She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
How could she not feel scared?
When Xander came by, everyone from the studio arrived as well.
Mnie had called them because she could not take it any longer.
Xander looked at her reddened eyes and pale face. He frowned. “Are you alright?”
Mnie shook her head. The fear had just only begun to overwhelm her. Her limbs were weak, and she could not speak.
She was wearing a cotton sleeping dress<b>. </b>Her long hair fell behind her back, and she was <b>not </b>wearing any shoes.
It was only when Xander called her to say he arrived that Mnie dared to turn on the lights and open the door.
Xander took off his coat and put it on Mnie. He looked at her bare feet and frowned. After that, he looked away. <b>“</b>You can’t stay here. Pack up and go to my ce<b>.</b>”
Mnie’s mind was in aplete mess<b>, </b>and she did whatever Xander told her to.
However, she did not go back to her room but looked at Xander hesitantly.
Xander knew what she <b>was </b>thinking. <b>“</b>I’ll check the windows first before you go inside<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Mnie nodded and followed Xander into <b>the </b>room.
There was a slight breeze that night, and <b>it </b>blew into the room when he opened the window.
Mnie shrank from it. Xander had already closed the window. “The window is fine. <b>It’s </b>just a little
dirty.”
After that, he stepped out <b>of </b>the room and closed the door for Mnie. <b>“</b><b>Go </b>ahead and pack. I’ll be waiting outside.”