Winifred remained calm at the spot she was at, she was confused and too terrified to speak nor make a sound. It was all starting to look unreal to her once more.

The bad histories she and her peers used to thank their stars for, for not been a part of was what she was in the middle of at that moment and she was speechless. Her heart kept hammering dangerously in her chest as she watched two men cart away Aquila's separated head and body to God knows where.

At this point, Winifred dreaded what was to come next, she dreaded what sentence would come upon the weak old...