“Then let’s tell you more”.
Klara pulls Ross up, making him stand. His mouth and hands taped, Ross was still mumbling in anger. Klara asks him to follow her. “Get up and move, don’t waste time!”
The backyard of the beach house does not only hold a pathway to the beautiful beach and the soothing ocean, there were few secrets hidden in a makeshift garage where Klara used to learn sculpting, making statues. Since childhood, Klara had been a creative and inquisitive person. She always wanted her ordinary story to turn out extra-ordinary someday. Everyone does. You know, the times when you have full faith that you’re different from the rest of the world and nothing can stop you. Some people just take that step ahead to make sure they do stand different, no matter what. Klara was such.
“Come on Ross, faster. Don’t you wanna see, where your brother is? Why all the murders?”
Ross follows her, stumbling in dark but right behind her. In the garage, she turned back to him.
“Here…. all my love stories…. ended up here. Welcome!”