After everything that has happened for the day, Seraphina decided to rest her tired body and mind. Staring at the obscure ceiling, the only source of light inside her room was the waning lonely moon. Though it appears small tonight, oddly enough, it can still bring light to the darkness of the night up to her silent unlit room.
Sighing heavily, though she decided to rest -- sleep just won't come. Indeed, for the past few days, Seraphina finds it hard to sleep as whenever she closes her eyes, she can hear the agonizing screams of the people she had killed and continuous gun shooting that always occurs to her life.
This means to say that even though Seraphina toss aside her morals and commits unforgivable crimes -- she doesn't forget the burden from her sins. Though she lost count of the people that died for her, her mind won't pretermit the unimaginable number of those souls. Whether they are comrades or enemies -- they haunt her the moment she closes her eyes.
