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Skyla (Past) Carl left our town for higher studies. But he didn't forget to leave his most prized possession to me, his violin. He also gave me a key to his music room and told me to use that room as much as I want. I am not sure about him if he will miss my granny and me there, in a foreign country, but we are both going to miss him. Truth to his words, his men began following me from that day wherever I go. They even began to watch over my granny's bakery and our home. I got relief from that day about her safety. Even though the bodyguards were with me, I still felt a familiar stare at me. I would never get away from that person, I guess. What does he want from me? Why does he never try to approach me, I thought. I went to school on my bicycle. Parking my bike, I entered my school. I