After waiting several minutes with no one coming out, Robin gradually grew bolder.
There probably isn't anyone living here, right?
That was what she thought.
Hunger drove her toward the house. The door to the small hut was unlocked, and she slipped inside easily. Though she knew this was wrong, people often surrendered to instinct, and hunger was one of the most unbearable sensations there was. Besides, Robin was only a child.
The wooden hut was not very large, and with its simply arranged furnishings, Robin did not have to spend much effort searching it. Unfortunately, she found none of the food she wanted.
However, during her search, she discovered that the room was exceptionally clean. The desk, chairs, and even the walls were spotless, which meant someone did live here—they simply happened to be away at the moment.
Somewhat dejected, Robin sat on the wooden floor and looked out through the window. The moonlight was hazy, and the distant trees rustled softly. The floor was not cold at all; instead, it carried a sense of warmth.
A crisp tinkling sound reached her ears—the sound of the sea breeze stirring the wind chimes. A streak of red tied beneath them caught her eye. It was an intricate pendant shaped somewhat like a bow. She had never seen one of that design before, yet she liked it at first sight.
Because she could sense the meaning contained within it: family, reunion...
Creak...
Just as Robin was lost in thought, the door opened, and a figure in black robes returned to his residence.
Looking down at Robin, he showed no surprise. He had sensed the situation inside the house from a great distance away.
Unlike his calmness, Robin was clearly frightened. Especially at night, having trespassed into someone's home and been caught