Bracing for the Acidstorm

Gareth frowned. When the downstairs neighbor had come up to chat earlier, he felt awkward staying to listen, so he'd gone upstairs to feed the chickens. He hadn't heard any of this at all.

"Then why didn't anyone call the police?"

Killing her own granddaughter should at least earn forced labor.

"Call the cops for what? This was all speculation people made later. There's no evidence at all. And abo