"Run Eunoia! Run!"
"No!!!"
Another nightmare. I can still hear her screams even in my subconscious.
My eyes were greeted by the small streak of sunlight from a window. Its curtain is dancing with the light touches of the wind. The cold breeze is kissing my cheeks which gives me a different shiver. Everything seems peaceful, my head feels light despite the foreign ambiance.
Where am I? I remembered what happened. I got kidnapped, tied in a dark room, and had a conversation with a handsome creep guy. My blood immediately boiled from the realization of my situation right now. I sat on the bed trying to have a grip of my reality.
"Good morning Miss Guevarra." I almost jolt out of the bed from the serene voice that had echoed in the silence of this unfamiliar room.
