The morning sunlight started to trickle in through the openings in the curtains. Alyssa’s legs were overheating in the spot where the sunlight directly fell on. 

She remained on the bed, numb and not willing to move an inch. All she could think about was the strange man she had met at the garden last night.

A small smile curved on her lips, but transited into a frown the moment she remembered what her mission entailed. The earlier she laid her hands on the artifact, the faster she would regain her freedom and flee from the countless torments that came from her home.

“Morning, sleeping beauty!” Tiffany said aloud as...