Valeria was left tied to a chair with her head bowed and her dress and hand stained with red dried blood.
HER OWN BLOOD...
She was all alone once again, Hubert gone and now her dear Allen. Tears fell out of her eyes in drops...Allen's death really had a great effect on her.
What would she tell Reginald now? She could vividly recall him asking her for a favor, his voice kept ringing in her head, saying;
'No matter how strong dad is, I still want you to take good care of him and watch over him for me.' Valeria's sobbing increased...she failed Reginald, it was all her fault. How will she even face her son now?
He would be very disappointed in her and she didn't want that...Reginald was like a replacement for Allen and she didn't want to lose him too.
She didn't deserve this torture...her son needed her right now.
But first she had to take care of somebody for good. Valeria raised her head slowly and stared at the door.
