Traces of evident unease filled Lily's eyes as she stood at a corner of Hope Island. Her fingers were trembling as she nervously nibbled on one of her fingernails. It was an old habit that she had picked up during her time as a mouse. Whenever she felt nervous and anxious, she always wanted to chew on something.0

Just around the corner was her home—a place she had dreamed of returning to countless times.0

All these years, Lily had imagined this moment again and again and asked herself how she would feel when it happened.0

She thought about the various emotions she would feel, but she had never imagined that when it actually happened, she would be feeling fear.0

It felt like the place around the corner wasn't her home but rather a dark...0