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ROSEWOOD MANOR, JANUARY 4, 2019. Abigail felt the soft material of the peach-coloured satin dress that she was wearing and then averted her gaze towards the mirror. She peered at the image of the woman who seemed nothing like the one she had been living as. The scars were healed, concealed and beautified with highlighters. Though she gleaned from the outside, she was barren like a wasteland from the inside. “Concealed the surface, but how would you erase the ones that were engraved into my soul?” Abigail enquired while still observing her image in the mirror. “There is no escape, isn’t it?” The click-clack sound of the footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she diverted her attention towards the door. ‘Knock! Knock!’ Two distinct knocks made their way into her ear and she re