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Silvia stumbled inside her cottage on her shaky legs. Her vision was all blurry as warm blood kept pouring out of her wounds. She tried to step further inside but her legs gave out and she fell on the wooden floor with a thud. Hitting the side of her face on the floor.

She blinked slowly trying to get rid of the dizziness but it was useless. The warm blood began to form a small pool around her ear. The scent of blood was so potent.

She took a silent breath through her parted lips which were trembling.

So this was it.

This was how she was going to die.

The cold breeze caressed her bare feet as the door to the cottage was still open. She didn't realize when she lost her boots while fighting Alonso.

With much difficulty, she forced her broken body to move and finally faced the ceiling. She was lying limp with her back resting on the floor, drowning in her blood.

She won.

She killed Alonso.

She took revenge for her mother and herself.

But then why does it still hurt? The pain in