Wendy was busy biting on her nails as she stared at the wall. It's like back then in that all-white wall and there's nothing to stare off. She doesn't know why her grandfather sent her here and she got imprisoned again. It's been a week since he last visited her.
"Where's grandpa?" She asked her butler again.
"He's in the facility preparing the killing machine."
"It's been weeks!" She screamed at him. "Let me out of here."
"I'm so sorry, Miss Wendy. Your grandfather is protecting you."
"I don't understand." She shook her head full of anxiety. She started tearing. "Why?"
The man stared at her for a while.
"The woman that you provoked, Keira's mother, is someone that we shouldn't take easily. Your grandfather was afraid of her."
"Afraid of her?" She shouted as her voice broke a little. "Don't be so funny. How can he be afraid of her?"
