MEANWHILE AT THE MOON ESTATE
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the halls, followed by screeches.
The maids and butlers standing in the room lowered their heads as they shook in fear. The young miss was going around breaking every precious artifact in her bedroom. She was looking for a way to relieve her anger and they didn't want to be the victim. The young miss had terrorized and hurt many of the workers and in extreme cases, to the point of stitches. Although they were used to her tantrums, they were never on this scale.
Jaeun Moon stared in the mirror. On her face, valley's of red bumps tainted her precious snow skin, turning her into a rough, monstrous mess. Her fingers lightly grazed against these bumps, only for her to feel a sharp pain increasing from each touch.
Another shriek escaped her chords, piercing like a high-pitched violin.
Yoona was going to die.
