72: Pain1/4

The tapping on the grand door was insistent, sometimes expected to see when the next tap would come. Fast, slow, no tap, and again fast, slow. Those inside wondered, who would knock like this when everyone in the mansion had a spare key? But they stopped wondering when they found out who the one knocking was.

Approaching, they opened the door slowly, and upon seeing who it was, their eyes widened.

"Melía!" they exclaimed, falling to their knees, their face reflecting concern. "It can't be." They took her face in their hands.

Melía looked at them, her brow furrowed, her mouth slightly open, her chest rising as if in convulsion. She was short of breath; the wounds that they saw, the ones Za recognized, pained her in the worst way. It's unknown where she found the strength to walk through the forest when she woke up, covered in her own blood.

Za, unable to carry her alone, had no choice but to drag her inside. The other woman inside couldn't help but bring her hands to her mouth, terrifi