Five months later...
The cold breeze blew through the small wooden window on the upper concrete wall in the dimly lit room—With just a weak orange bulb hanging at the centre of the large dam room.
Stuffed with the metallic scent of blood and pungent odour of evaporating acid; Delia sat at a corner with her legs crossed and her face hidden under her dark veil hat
Her pitch black robe hung over her body to touch the floor and cover her feet, giving her a grim reaper appearance as she almost merged with the darkness.
She rested her elbows on the table before her, boredly flipping over the pages of the history textbook before her.
"The Berlin Conference of 1884–1885, also known as the Congo Conference or West Africa Conference, regulated European colonization and trade in Africa during the New Imperialism period— Blah blah blah blah", she sighed, skimming her eyes over the history she already knew.
