Heaven slowly sat up on her bed and looked around. This time he didn't bother to hide. He stood a feet away from her bed and stared at her with his smoking silver eyes. If he was angry he didn't show it, He looked rather relaxed and in good condition.
The sound of her heart beating loudly filled the room, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. A thousand images appeared inside her head. Her family slaughtered their bodies on the floor in a pool of blood. Her friends dead, the maids and guards dead, everyone dead.
The Stranger took a step forward. Heaven didn't flinch back. If everyone were dead, then she might as well die. What was she supposed to do without her loved ones? Oh, how she wished this was just a nightmare, but she knew it wasn't.
"My...my parents…" she stuttered.
"I didn't kill them if that is what you are asking."
Relief washed over her. She still had a chance to convince him.
