Five years after getting married, twenty-three-year-old Seraphine soon found her world slowly falling apart.
"Perhaps, I was right all along…" she muttered to no one in particular, voice sounding so brittle and grim.
"All of it were nothing but a dream."
Then again, everything was just too good to be true.
At one point, Seraphine had everything. Then, on the next, she ended up having nothing.
Benumbed all over, she is now sitting alone in the middle of an enormous yet empty room. Her numb state is not the only one that is keeping her in place, though – the chains around her ankles got her locked on that spot as well.
"These chains… How long had they been there again…? They're already getting rusty…"
