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Parking my bike in the driveway close to the front porch, I made my way up to the front door. The place was quiet. Almost too quiet. The other day, when I was here with Snake and Knuckles, it was quiet because there was no one here. But even with no sound from inside the house, there were other sounds, like birds chirping in the trees around the house and whatnot. This time, it was like not even the birds were chirping. There was no sound from inside and outside the house. It was too quiet.
Knocking on the door, I looked around the front yard area. There was no sign of anyone or anything being nearby. No sound from inside had my gut telling me something was off. Something wasn’t right. Sure, Sierra could just not be home. But something told me I needed to double-check. It was too
