While Ashtra squinted his eyes as he took a deep hum, both Jonathan and Nathalie became too aghast the moment their gazes glued at the person who moved out of the car.
With none other than the high ponytail of her periwinkle hair, and took off the shades she put on, revealing her indigo eyes.
'Mystique Violette Blackwell?!'
It was all Nathalie ever thought of, and the way she wore somehow bore similarity to her fashion.
A myriad of questions came to her mind…
What she was doing in here as well, and alongside Keith.
For what she was up to this point.
How she was able to adapt.
Out of all that, she ended up questioning the kind of reality she was in, if it was, then it was the scariest of everything she had been— a nightmare she couldn't wake up, even when she tried to get out of it.
She tried to connect dots as much as she could, but she feared for her dear life the ugly truth of the assumptions she came up with it.
