Like the gust of frigid wind that passes through the earth at night, making goosebumps appears in all it's victims body, Pandora felt the cold shivers despite she was in an enclosed room. Her breath gradually depleted as she recalls every details about Manuel. He was a merciless man whom dedicated his entire life to the Sandoval's, if he ever gets a clue she was involved in the death of Aldo's wife, he wouldn't hesitate.
But every thoughts and imagination, only encoded a question in her mind. Why have Manuel been silent? These made Pandora unable to figure out, if every threats was done by Manuel or Juan.
"It can still be Juan right?" The muscles of her bottleneck stiff, as she force saliva down her throat. The fear of Manuel visible in her eyes, as though she was threatened by a gun. Her palm suddenly became wet, and the hair in her body erected.
