11th November 1873

Murphy instantly knew that that was the end of Johanna's story too, she came to know that there wasn't anything in her hands that could possibly pose any chance of her survival.

There she stood, looking at the tomb silently, lost in the world of hopelessness that encaged her badly.

She had run out of any hope to do any justice to them, she had tried all that was in her hands.

There was nothing else that there was for her to try even, everything was already planned by the master of treachery, the emotions were already captured in the charm of it, the plots were already set, the preys were already fallen into it, there was merely no chance of any revival.

A wave of disgust passed through her body, seizing her bitterly in it.

Tears no longer made their way to her eyes, the boiling of her brain had dried up all her tears that would have shed at the grievance of her failure.

There she stood, having her fists clenched, gritting her teeth, thinking about the p