Elinda slumped on the floor, sobbing. She wiped her tears with the back of her thin arm, trembling like coconut leaves in an angry storm. A violent tremor ran throughout her body because she had been crying for a really long time. She scratched her head, something she was fond of doing whenever she was helpless. She couldn't understand why she was being locked in that dark room. The worst thing was that she had never met the Anastacia person she was always told about.

The response she was given whenever she inquired about her was, "Worry about your health instead." How in the hell was she going to take...