BY MORNING....

Kira had bags under her eyes. She had cried all night. She had regretted her life all night. She regretted being human at this point. She couldn't sleep a wink.

The knock on her door came again. Her eyes slowly dragged and landed on the table clock.

It was past 8am.

"Lana dear", it was Lydia this time. Mason had tried his luck at the early hours of the morning. Around 6, then 7.

"You should open up and talk about this if something is wrong. The young Master is worried".

Her tears fell again.

Even without doing anything, she was hurting a beautiful soul like his. But...