Seventy Five : About Renne.

The snow crunched beneath my feet. My two hands that were in my jacket pocket moved to make the material tighten it on my body even more.

It just rained from morning to evening in Montreal, and the winters are getting colder. I bet that rain will come again from the clouds that are still forming large dark clumps in the sky.

I walked through my family's large yard toward the outside of the tall wall that covered our entire house. I nodded my head politely to greet the three guards sitting at the posts in front of the fence, and then continued on my way towards a simple three story sturdy wooden house not far from my house.

The idea of ​​having a guard in the house is strange to me. But father always said that it was for everyone's safety. I just really realized that being a rich is a burden. Our lives were never calm, and there was a feeling like everyone was planning to kill us.

Whatever it was, it already happened. And this time I was the target. Like I heard from dad, uncle, and