'Holy hell…'
Without thinking, I hurried back to the hallway I came from, hiding in it with my back fusing with the wall.
'What the hell is that?' my mind buzzed and my eyes snapped when I heard feather-like footsteps coming this way. 'No, fucking hell.'
I held my breath and steeled my heart. 'Run!' my mind screamed, 'Don't grab anything or try to fight! You're not Vera anymore! You're Marsella now!'
Marsella's body… this feeble body couldn't fight, no matter how skilled the soul was. I had to run, yes. But alas, my feet wouldn't move. It was as if this body wasn't listening to me... or rather, it was experiencing trauma.
'Shit…' I breathed out, moving my eyes to find any weapon to fight whoever was coming in here. The presence grew stronger, sending a chill down my spine.
