Mya curled up in the wardrobe, her body pressing against the wardrobe door. "Is he gone?"

Just as she muttered, the wardrobe was suddenly opened, and a strong light hit Mya. She anxiously tightened her grip on the pocket watch in her hand.

"I-I didn't mean to, Fred, please don't hit me. I won't sneak downstairs for snacks again." Mya shrank into the corner of the wardrobe, protecting her head.

"Come out, I won't do anything to you!" Fred frowned when he saw her like this.

"Do you promise not