Chapter 10: Irene Sarmiento

Her life— She hates it, she despises it, yet here she is still living a damn life.

She's been known as Irene as long as she can remember, a name given to her by her deceased father. 

She remembered how his father told him stories about how she was the symbol of peace her father had been dreaming of since he was a child. 

The joyful memories became nothing but a tragic truth. Unfortunately for his father, he never realized it. 

And here she is, in this frenzied place, almost rotting without a future to hold. She gripped tightly on the hand-rails of the rusting stairs, dripping wet from the sudden pour of rain. 

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