"But I didn't submit any leave form…?" Sara asked.
"Well, someone did. You're presentable as is, just doll her up a little bit and tie up her hair, Jia Yu. The management does not like seeing any hair hang loose."
"Wait, wait a minute... What exactly is my role there? What am I supposed to do?"
"Nobody knows because none of us was ever invited to attend it. I'm sure someone will be there to guide you," Lisa says encouragingly.
Jia Yu led Sara to sit down on their pantry stool as she does her magic. When no one was looking, she whispered as softly as she could, "You know, I'm not trying to scare you but Blood Red Party is rarely being held. The last time I heard it was held was five years ago, and it was a hush-hush event."
The words "five years ago" linger on Sara's ears longer than she would like to. That image of two black figures crouching on the floor popped into her mind, and instantly, she could feel her hair stand.
