SHE STEPPED OFF THE BUS AT THE ENTRANCE OF HER HOMETOWN.

HER SOUL SAGGED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF REGRET.

WHY HAD SHE COME BACK?

AS SHE WALKED THROUGH THE EMPTY STREETS, MEMORIES OF HER CHILDHOOD SURFACED.

NOT ONCE HAD SHE EVER FELT LIKE SHE BELONGED HERE.

SHE FINALLY NOTICED THE UNSETTLING SILENCE AROUND HER AND STOPPED.

SHOPS WERE CLOSED, STREETS DESERTED, HOUSES EERILY QUIET.

A GROWING UNEASE TOOK HOLD OF HER AS SHE RAN TOWARD HER CHILDHOOD HOME.

THE DOOR WAS OPEN, BUT THE HOUSE WAS EMPTY.

SHE WANDERED THROUGH THE DESOLATE ROOMS, CALLING OUT HER SIBLINGS' NAMES.

DUST-COVERED FURNITURE...

TORN CLOTHES...

SPOILED FOOD...

EVERYTHING WAS SO COLD.

SHE RUSHED OUTSIDE TO FIND HELP.

SHE RAN THROUGH THE VACANT STREETS UNTIL DARKNESS FELL.

YET SHE FOUND NO ONE...

AND NO WAY OUT OF THE TOWN.

HER CHILDHOOD HAD TRAPPED HER.