"You would get the right answer when you are long dead." She heard him say and terror flew down her stomach as she saw the weapon that he was holding right now. By now she was sure that this man in front of her was not the doting Ezekiel but a consequence for obstructing the world flow. She truly shouldn't have interfered in the first place.
The man who she knew wasn't Ezekiel anymore held the knife closer to her, who was sitting on the floor, she moved backward as she saw him dragging the knife along the air like a Grim Reaper about to revenge on a hopeless soul. She was scared to death. She knew that if she gets stabbed, she might even die before she gets back to reality.
