PART ONE: CHAPTER NINE

There were days when Zaramanni found herself dreaming about death. Such dreams scared her more than a horror movie would.

On such dreadful nights, her heart would pick a race, her soul would feel detached from her body, and unconsciously, she always fought to feel attached to the physical realm.

That was the same dilemma she was facing at that moment. She had felt death lurking around her in the form of a deadly yet unseen beast.

And, to survive that situation, she closed her eyes and waited for the worst.

But, if the worst was as peaceful as what she was feeling at that point, Zaramanni felt that she could open her eyes and finally know her fate.

But, first, she tried to check her living state. Zaramanni felt one of her toes twitch inside the confinement of her shoes, then, her hands felt heavy and desperate to be moved.

She was indeed alive.

Zaramanni finally opened her eyes.

A sharp draw of her breath ensued as dark, unforgiving eyes peered into her soul. Her feet made to