Edward continued. "We though it was just exhaustion. The private nurse confirmed. There were no signs of illness or anything. But the moment she woke up, that's when everything turned upside down. She seemed not herself anymore. She knows us but her actions were as if she's…" His voice trailed off.
"As if she's what?" Conrad managed to ask despite the uncomfortable feeling gripping his gut.
Edward swallowed hard. At first he did not believe what he saw. He thought the master was playing a prank but with her detached personality, the prank idea appeared even more ridiculous.
"As if she's a five year old kid." Edward looked at Conrad's eyes intently. "I know I sound crazy but everyone in the house can confirm it. You're a doctor, you can see it for yourself."
Conrad bit his lip unconsciously. He had a hunch but he never expected it to be this explosive. It seems there is even a bigger storm lurking behind the one they're expecting. In his mind, a memory quickly flashed. It was a scene of a bloody young woman, her face void of expression. Her cold piercing eyes shot through him as if thousands of needles were pricking his soul. Her left hand was firmly holding a J. Adams jungle knife, dripping in fresh blood. Its wooden handle was drenched in red. His body trembled in fear. He was so shocked he couldn't move a muscle. The young woman tilted her head to one side, her cold eyes drilling his face intently, torn between making him another victim or a silent witness to the massacre.