Delusions were a dangerous weapon, and there was no other time that Bella would know the meaning of that other than in her present situation.
She was arrested for tresspassing some kind of private property, and then she was on the radar of witches or sorcerers for the stone that she was wearing on her wrist and moreover there was one more issue, she couldn't get rid of the guilt since she knew very well that the envelope that came in her mansion that one morning, was not meant for her at all.
After such a vague instances of over fulfilling adventure she was now taken under by some Commander who was definitely a psycho.
"What a day to be alive." Bella thought to herself as she continued glaring at the almost dark night sky. There was a certain weight that did weigh her heart down, but now she knew that she was already a petty sinner.
