Clara find herself staring at the ceiling of her room all through the night.
She couldn't sleep. A part of her wanted to act recklessly.
A part of her, wonder if she could get lucky and win the battle. But she knew the harsh truth, is the fact that if the luck didn't come as she hoped, then it's over.
Everything seems to be getting out of hand. She quickly got over it because humans weren't good to her, but it's still wrong.
Not everyone are bad, which present Gregory juicy soul to consume. Because some treated her badly, doesn't mean she should be cool with them dying one after another.
7 girls within a month. Those poor parents.
After having her dinner, these thoughts occupied her mind once again, as she laid down on her bed.
Hours rolled by, without a better solution to Gregory's case, unless taking it slowly like she planned from the start.
This went on and on. She didn't know what made her snapped her head towards the direction of the wall clock.
