A flow of stuttery steps resounded through the alleyways.
Like the drops of a broken damn falling on the sink, seeking to drown in the waste, relentlessly, non-stop.
Even as her entire body persevered in peak condition, Vera's soul continued to draw her down to the abyss.
It had been two days already, despite having food in her backpack, she hasn't eaten, for the past two days, she has seen nobody... not a single soul.
'Why do I still live?'
Those words, she had repeated them in her mind for so long.
Why not just go to that creature, and fall there as well? perhaps that pain will be better than what she's currently feeling.
As if she just had her soul mercilessly torn like paper, even when she arrived in this damned place, recalling her last moments with Anastacia... she didn't feel like this... this torn and wretched.
'Why do I still live?'
