The house stood eerily empty, devoid of any signs of life. It wasn't just empty; it felt abandoned, as if no one had ever inhabited its walls.
The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty rooms.
Other mers rushed towards the kitchen, expecting to find at least basic utensils or remnants of a meal, but to their astonishment, there was nothing.
No bowls, no chopsticks, not even a trace of food.
The villagers, who had assumed they were the aggressors in this conflict, were now dumbfounded.
How could someone have anticipated their actions so precisely? It dawned on them that the woman they had underestimated was far more cunning and prepared than they had ever imagined.
As they stood outside the barren house, a sense of unease settled over the villagers.
It was as if they had stumbled into a carefully laid trap, with the mastermind behind it remaining elusive and one step ahead at every turn.
