~It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death~
-Epictetus
Andronika staggered into the side entrance of the frozen heart panting. She clutched her lower abdomen tightly to staunch the bleeding as she gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain. She released a quiet groan as she leaned against the wall for support just as the only occupant of the hall who was busy wiping down tables finally noticed her.
"You... who are you?!" The young lady with large doe eyes cried out in horror before her expression turned from what previously looked deceptively innocent to a deadly expression as she pulled out a lethal looking dagger that gleamed in the dim lighting of the exquisite restaurant's lower floor.
Andronika released a quiet chuckle despite the excruciating pain radiating from her injury, watching amusedly as the lady advanced towards her, dagger poised for attack.
