#Chapter100

Eyes mirroring my hazels looks at me tearing up as a huge ball of sob clogs my throat. This must be a dream because I could still hear the gunshots very loud and clear of that unfortunate night, I could hear her screams of the night, the men who laughed sinisterly at her cries of pains intensifies and then silence.

Find her! Find her!!!

I ran for my dear life crying in the hidden walls of our mansion leading to the center of the city park through the sewers. The first thing I felt when I came out for fresh air to help me breath was emptiness, my clothes...