Who is she

...One day, I found a young girl curled up in my bathroom. She had long black straight hair and a ghostly pale face. She was dressed in white old-fashioned clothing. It was clear that she was scared and hiding from something. I asked if she was ok, but it seemed like she couldn’t see or hear me. Because of the silence in my house, I could easily hear her shaky breath. I then heard someone moving around in my house, and I became too scared to move. “He’s here… He’s going to get me..” I heard the girl's shaky whisper as she tightened her grip around her. “Where are you, you brat! When I find you, you’re going to be in so much trouble!” A man said from outside the bathroom. I tried to scare him off by yelling that I had a weapon, but then I remembered. If the girl can’t hear me… does the man also not hear me? Feeling helpless, I try to at least try to let her feel a safe presence protecting her. ...

...After a few minutes of listening to the man looking around my house for the girl, I heard silence for a second, and then he instantly started banging on the door. Shouting for the girl to open up, and the punishment wouldn’t be as bad if she didn’t resist. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and we were standing in front of an orphanage....

...Apparently, the girl’s mother was murdered and the man banging on the door was the girl’s father. He killed his wife and saw that his daughter had witnessed the murder. Even though he wasn’t going to, he attempted to kill his only child but failed and was almost given the death penalty but was given an alife sentence. The girl ended up going to an orphanage. Her name was never mentioned while I was trying to find out what was happening. I wondered if she was ever given a name or if it was being kept confidential for whatever reason. As I stood next to the girl in front of the orphanage, a young woman and man came out of the building with a warm, welcoming smile, but something felt off about them. The woman had light brown hair tied up into a ponytail and blood-red colored eyes. The man seemed as if he hadn’t slept in days and also seemed very slim like he hadn't eaten either. I shrugged it off and walked with the girl into the building. The woman told the girl to address her as “mother” until she ended up getting adopted. The man told her to address him as “Uncle En” Even though it seemed like a weird name, the girl decided to just go along with it and call him Uncle En and get stuck with it. Should I trust these people? They seem so suspicious. If only......

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