Zariah's mind was dropping its ability to fathom by the passing time, overflowing with dread and perturbation, unsettled by each passing second.

Rubbing cold hands together, she pushed the hairs on her face behind, emitting rapid but deep breaths.

"Come on, We have a show to attend." Sufiyan called.

Snapping his fingers to drag her out from her disturbance and bring her to reality where the execution of Nathaniel was going to happen.

Lifting her teary gaze, she glared at him with anguish and rage, she didn't have the courage to witness it- let alone think but he won't let her mind divert.

"Ah, Don't look at me like this....