It has been days since that night. Days had passed, but it was still fresh in her mind. The blood and the woman who was killing its subordinate quickly and hideously. It was a memory to be left unknown. I always wake up at night feeling that someone is looking at me. The red woman's wicked eyes were deeply leering at me, mocking to kill me. If it weren't a dream, I might be dead by now. I couldn't sleep well these past few days.
Hear ye! Hear ye! A deep voice thundered. The people around our area have started to stop at what they are currently doing. I, on the other hand, was cleaning and wrapping up the mess on the tables customer used. We were inside our workplace when everyone started to panic at the commotion and immediately stood up from their seats. We went outside. The curiosities in their eyes were visible, including mine, too, perhaps. It was a loud voice that indeed caught our attention.
