Zara’s voice;

I approached Aria’s tall handsome bodyguard who just stood, his hands in his pockets as he gazed through the tiny glass on the door of Aria’s ward.

“Hoping for her to wake up right?” I called his attention as I stood beside him.

He shot me a glance but arrogantly sized me from my forehead to toe, and back to my forehead. “And you are?” He asked in a husky voice.

I stretched out my hand for a handshake, bright smile plastered on my face. “They call me Zara.”

He mysteriously stared at my hand and bluntly ignored my handshake. He pointed in a direction, “The psychiatric ward...