Rina Zante

I almost blamed myself; but put a stop on it. I was done doing that. I. . . I couldn't be blamed. No, I never imagined he would go that far. I never knew he was worse than a demon.

I left the bathroom, fuelling with rage, and snatched my bags from the bed. As though this evening wasn't already worse, the door opposite opened just as I stepped into the corridor.

If I could, I'd have gouged my eyes out for picking up that disgusting figure before me. But I couldn't. What, however, was in my power, was the ability to walk away.

And when my name...