The stadium suddenly felt small. She feels like she is in a prison, a box, with hundreds of people. Except she is the only one who doesn’t have a way out. I’m Lucifer, by the way. Those 6 words kept echoing inside her head until she cannot make sense of the beams and poles of the stadium anymore. The colors and the booming sounds that are supposed to make her night lively, became the very reason why she just wanted to be out of the building now. Everything is a mix inside her head and she’s scared her legs will give up any minute now.
“My, my. Are you okay, miss?” The stranger beside her isn’t helping too. He placed his left hand over her right shoulder to help her steady her stead. But somehow, the boy made her situation worse. She’s certain that he is the trigger of whatever is happeni
