The heavy downpour could be heard, but only a fraction could be heard, but almost like a low rumble. Lightning flashes through the window, casting a beam with a bright glow among them.
Consequently, a bellowing thunder crisped their ears, flinching them from their steads.
"It's you!" The other confidant fumed as his staring daggers went from her head to toe, familiar enough to recognize. "You aren't one of us!" Such sharpness began to dull when Elliot caught their hands trembling, although one could never tell at first glance.
Her eyebrow arched up to intriguing heights, sizing them one after another. "Well, bold of you to assume I'm one."
Caught at the moment, he knew at this instance that they were in a state of shock. Their eyes screamed of both horror and hostility against her.
"You!" Javier gaped at her; he crawled away until he struck his head against the dark pinewood headboard. "Alas, you showed yourself!"
