"That asshole made you look like shit..." Leila said in a low voice.
Her friend had no words or means at that moment to help her friend, her best friend!
He was there when she could, she ran to her whenever she could, but she could do nothing to stop a man three times their size, especially one with obvious mental instabilities.
This man was none other than Luna's uncle, who had been forced to move to a different area of ​​the city for a couple of months to temporarily live with him.
Her living consisted of entering from the back of the building, taking the fire emergency staircase, and hoping not to catch anyone in the constant attempt to always cross the window threshold, risking making too much noise.
But in the end it seemed that living as a ghost, being there where she shouldn't be, was fine with her, as long as her uncle stayed away.
She had the ass to own a bathroom adjacent to the room, so for that she was fine.
The door was strictly locked and blocked by a wardrobe.
She regularly went in and out of the window on the second floor, climbing like a monkey along the short path that led to the...