Zürich, Switzerland.
Iris woke up from yet another nightmare. She was panting and trembling, drenched in her own cold sweat. Her heart raced wildly inside her chest.
"I'm alright it's just a dream I didn't do it it's not me," she chanted to herself again and again, trying hard to calm herself down.
The nightmare was always the same. It was of her torturing the Alarm Girls and Fan Luo. She could hear all their screams of pain, agony, hatred and fear directed at her. She cried for her body to stop, but it wouldn't listen. She couldn't control it. Her body kept on torturing the women in bloodthirsty ecstasy.
The blood staining her hands felt like permanent marks slowly blackening her soul. No matter how hard she tried to clean off all the blood, it felt like she would never feel truly clean again.
