chapter twelve

[ IN WHICH SHE IS STRANGE ]

It's the crack of dawn, and I haven't gotten a shut-eye.

As expected, I didn't fall asleep.

I've been at the edge of my bed for about an hour now, sitting in my bathrobe. I refuse to move from my spot, terrified of what's coming for me next in this very eventful realm. Listening to the silence of my chambers, while basking in the daylight streaming through the windows, I have gotten a sense of comfort that I haven't felt all night.

Previously, a total of ten maids came over, and fixed me a nice, warm bath which was supposed to help calm me down, but instead, it did the opposite. The warm air from the bath reminded me of the heat that spewed from Sin's room the previous night. I still cannot get the image out of my mind, it's forever engraved on the surface of my cerebellum.

The maids brushed my hair, fixed my face up, but I didn't let them dress me up, as there was no need, since I will never be setting foot out of the confines of my bedroom, like ever.