They were there.
They were just right there—haunting her, just like what she expected. They will never leave her alone, not when she did not do anything to help them. She just watched them suffer and she even pulled the trigger on one of them.
And now, they are standing so still and looking at her with the blood still on them—their naked body drenched from it. She can remember everything vividly—from when she entered that room, to them being beaten up, and then to the guns fired their way. It was pure devastating and a nightmare face to face.
"Freira," Scarlett called, raising a hand. "Help us."
She can feel her tears streaming down her cheeks, not knowing what to do. Even now, she cannot figure out what to do. Frozen, her breathing hitched when she felt something cold touch her should
