Araya had returned to her house a few hours ago, and now Michaella was ready. SHe checked her appearance through the reflection of the mirror all over her body. As usual, jeans and an oversized long-sleeved T-shirt and a hat to cover the head. Michaella had looked at the clock several times and maybe it was time for her to go.
Michaella had prepared everything she needed. Even though he wasn't sure she could do it, she carried a hand-held knife to spare. She had also prepared a letter in case did not return home because she was murdered. However, Michaella still pays attention to Araya's feelings even though this may be a stupid act for fighting someone who can't be defeated. Michaella only believes she can do it even though she will lose completely.
Michaella stared at the letter on her desk for a moment. She smiled slightly before walking away. Leaving everything she had here in this house. Michaella never cared if she lost everything she had, but then again that didn't apply when it came to her family. Although there are a lot of memories in this house, but it's like the intention. She will take revenge on the person who destroyed her happiness.
Michaella leaves in her car. Leaving the yard house at exactly twelve o'clock in the evening. Where the streets are deserted and even the neighbors are no longer seen still conscious. Michaella also didn't say anything to Araya before, she didn't want to make Araya worry because of this stupid act. Araya must live and be happy even without Michaella. This is really painful for Michaella too.
"Everything will be fine, Michaella. You just have to come and kill them with your hands." Michaella mumbled. Calming herself with sadistic words even though she might not be able to do it.
Michaella just needs the spirit to live her life without imagining the terrible events that night.
The car continued to drive with GPS providing directions. Michaella didn't know what kind of place the number that texted her yesterday had given her. She just ran the car following the GPS directions. Michaella herself rarely went out far from her house except for college assignments or meeting old friends, and this place was very far from her home location. Michaella only hopes that she finds answers to all the questions she has in mind before finally taking her revenge. Yes… Just like that.
Michaella stopped her car after her GPS directions also stopped. The girl rolled her eyes to look around, but there was no one in this almost forest-like place. Michaella took a deep breath before finally getting out of the car. Her eyes continued to trace every part she had never visited. No someone.
Michaella took out her cell phone to see someone's message. Tried calling but couldn't. Michaella ended up only using a cell phone flashlight to see the streets. Her eyes kept looking here and there just to find a clue. The wide field with knee-length grass made Michaella walk very carefully. She was afraid there was a trap before she met the person. However, Michaella did not want to be hurt in vain.
The sound of gunfire made Michaella stop in her tracks. The thought of being shot that night made her think more deeply. Could this really be her last day before meeting that figure?
Michaella exhaled and shook her head to calm herself. She took a deep breath before walking back. Following where the gunshot was before. She was sure the shooting location wasn't far from this place, but why isn't there a better way than this?
Gunshots rang out again, this time with laughter from several men. Michaella kept walking until her eyes found several men who only wore pants and sleeveless shirts. The place also looks crowded and inhabited. Very far from what Michaella expected, who thought this place was empty and uninhabited.
Michaella took a deep breath before finally stepping closer. Noticing the people there that he was coming, but not yet really close someone pulled his body to hide by closing his eyes. Michaella was silent even though she was surprised at first. It's also possible that the person who pulled her this was someone a gang of some of the people there.
"Are you really sure you want to go there?"
The voice made Michaella move to open her eyes from the person's hand. She turned to see who was playing with her now. Michaella didn't know him, but why did this person seem to want to protect her? Who he really is?
Michaella nodded in response to the question of a man whose face was not very clear because he was wearing the hat. Convinced someone of her intention to come here.
Someone took a deep breath. "I apologize in advance for hurting you that night. I just followed orders to hurt you and the rest for my mistakes I'm sorry."
Michaella didn't respond. She was too focused on the group there who looked so happy and occasionally laughed. Someone who saw Michaella's gaze also looked at in that direction. He lowered his face. "They're also like me. Only subordinates are assigned."
Michaella turned around. "Who is it?"
Someone averted their eyes. Making Michaella nod understanding her next plan. After that, Michaella get up. Step away from that person to get an answer. She doesn't like to think too much and action is the main way. Meanwhile, someone just stood there. Seeing Michaella who was approaching to their group's hideout.
Michaella stopped her steps as soon as her eyes saw someone who had just come out of a door. Her lips pressed tightly together with the disbelief that enveloped her at this moment. The figure who just came out of the door looked calm even though his hand was holding a firearm. Before long, their gazes met. They looked at each other in silence before finally it was Michaella who turned her gaze first and approached the figure.
The girl no longer looked worried, but replaced with a look of disappointment and disbelief. She stepped closer to the figure and the figure also seemed not surprised by her presence. The figure even stepped closer to Michaella.
Michaella stopped her steps right in front of the figure. She exhaled slowly trying to think of good things about the figure in front of her. Michaella was at a loss for words with her eyes fixed on the figure in front of her. Meanwhile, the figure remained silent. No try to talk or just say hello.
Michaella looked back there. The people who were originally laughing now started to disperse and leave. Michaella braced herself and tried not to believe it.
"Tell me this isn't true," Michaella said without looking up at the figure.
The figure did not speak. Letting Michaella try to think about it without him interfering.
Michaella looked back at the figure. Her hands clenched tightly against the pain in her heart. "Please tell me this isn't true," she begged desperately not to misunderstand all the clues she received.
The figure flashed a sinister smile. "You should have thought more deeply when you met me."
Michaella smiled faintly. She nodded in understanding now. Michaella held back the emotions that wanted to come out, held them in as hard as they could until only the tears spoke. Flowing soundlessly with a look of disbelief. Someone she never thought was the mastermind behind all this. Someone who he wanted to forget because of her feelings that had been fulfilled but now actually made the deepest wound in her life. Michaella didn't know what to do.
"It should be me, not them."