Ash POVI don't know any of them. A whistle rings out. “You are prettier than I thought. Hi, beautiful," he stands up from the couch and walks toward me. I take a step back. I don't care who they are, I just want them out. “Get out!" I am annoyed, sad, and heartbroken. I don’t want to deal with anything else other than my emotions right now.“No, no, no. That is not how to treat guests," he stops walking and does a hair flip. He must think he is quite good-looking, to me he looks like he was dropped as a child and landed on his face. “Guests! You broke into my house." I point to the broken window.“Your house, last I checked this place is abandoned."“It belongs to my parents."“Belonged, beautiful. They are dead, have been dead for years."I frown, “Who are you?” It is pretty obvious at this point that they did not randomly find me. They know who I am whereas I haven’t seen any of them a day in my life.He claps. “Finally, you are asking the right questions. Prince charming, my dea
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