Village Chief's House...
Knock-Knock
Olga stood in front of a closed door, her knuckles trembling as she tapped on it lightly.
"J-Jack... Will you come out today? I made your favorite dish, just like you used to like it..." she said in a nervous, shaky voice, trying to sound hopeful.
"Get the fuck away from me! I don't want to talk to anyone!" came a furious voice from behind the door.
"B-But… son, it's been days. You haven't come out, not even once to eat properly or get some air—"
"Didn't I fucking say don't talk to me!? Leave me alone!"
Just then, heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.
"What's going on?" the village chief asked, irritation clear in his tone as he walked toward the door.
"He... he hasn't come out in days. Please... talk to him. Do something," Olga pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
The chief scowled and without warning grabbed her arm violently, hurling her aside like garbage.
"Get out of my sight, useless woman."
Thud!
