Natasha.

I felt forcefully pulled out of the fictional world I was diving myself into as I heard a loud knock on the door.

"What the...." Fucking Hell. I completed the sentence in my mind as I didn't know who it was.

The knock was so loud so if I didn't know better, I'd say that it was Dante.

I woke up this morning with a strange bad feeling, but knowing there was probably nothing to worry about, I decided to distract myself by starting a new book.

The person knocked on the door again and I sighed, standing up. I made a mental note of the page I was...