Chapitre 38: Will death really come?

'Kidnapping, fights, and this and that… this thing just bore me to death. If only Isla wasn't involved in it and it was me who was kidnapped than I would've been less stressed than right now.' 

She stared from above to down at the building made of white marble and looked gorgeously weird to be a place where kidnappers reside. After all, the kidnappers must be frustratingly rich to choose such a building though the garden was unkept. 

It took her hours to just reach the outskirt of LA city and she read the board stuck to the wall next to the wide gate, "Snow Valley?" she gave a few seconds to think before opening the gate which was left unlock, "Have I heard its name somewhere?" she bit her lips. For now, there was no wig on her head, neither any mask. It was frustrating enough to not remember something your mind particularly signalled out. As if she knew what this place was, but just couldn't remember, she let out a sigh and walked in.