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ed an unfamiliar man among my family, his presence unsettling. Th

nswers. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling with urgency

Alice, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect this to happen,"

" I asked, fear and dis

eks. "He's Mr. Rollen from Moonlight Shine Village. He's he

e situation. "Yes, honey, what your mom said is true. We're deeply sorry

man I've never met before," I protested, clinging

oon," Mom gently caressed my cheeks. Unable to hold back my tears, I bowed my

grave tone. "I apologize for the suddenness of my arrival and for the urgency of my request. Your time her

ut?" I stammered, my voic

ack to your real wor

ing to my parents for clarification. But they r

u talking about?" I insisted,

ou will understand," he

o me here. I will not go

. We need to go

o with him," I pleaded, turning to them. But Mom shoo

carrying my belongings. Additionally, my feelings worsened; it

o now," the man said in a serious t

ll never go with you!" I yelled,

. "I can't go with him. You're all I have." With trembling ha

s. "Please, Mom," I begged, hoping she would hear me out

," she declared, her words cutting through me like a knife. Tears streame

to resist him. Despite my silent pleas for them to intervene, my parents remained silent, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of sadness and resignation. I wished desperately f

Throughout the ride, a profound silence hung heavy in the air. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions; disbelief

. Every fiber of my being yearned to turn back, to return to the embrace of my loved ones. Yet, despite th

my quiet demeanor. Despite the myriad of questions swirling in my mind, it felt as though my mouth refused to utter them. Confusion clouded my thought

we were in the middle of nowhere. "Um, pardon me, Mr. Rollen, whe

ce," he replied seriously, his f

urage to address him. "Mr. Rollen, who are you? And why

ravely. His words seemed to render me speechles

the chaos, "Don't bother your thoughts about it, you will understand soon." he said, h

anding in perfect harmony with its neighbors. As we traversed the cobblestone streets, my gaze was drawn to the array of shops and a modest three-story mall, each offering a glimpse into th

had settled between us. "We've arrived," he announced with a touch of excitement, prompting me to hurriedly exit the car. Eager to assist, I o

statue guarding the entrance. Tentatively, I reached out to touch the statue, a strange sensation tingling through my fi

he gestured towards the academy's entrance. With a forced smile, I replied, "Nothing, Mr. Rollen. Let's

eeling of excitement mingled with trepidation. It was as if each step brought me closer to