The sky of the city of Miland lay low and clouded as if it knew what will happen the next minute won't be pleasant. The wind was blowing straight off the sky, rattling trees, and whipping over stone walls. Slapping shutters and roof tiles and making the outer buildings in the town creak. Even the heaving air coming out from the nostril of the residents of the city was heavy.
Alone in the disappearing moonlight, she waited for her eyes to get accustomed to the dark. It was 4:30 am.
Roselle stared at the hyper-realistic mask she had put on. She combed her hair to cover the side of her face where the faint line of the mask might betray her.
Moving out of the mirror she reached the middle of her room and stopped, arrested by the power of thought.
She felt a tinge of guilt for all that has been happening around her. She knew she had not just put herself in danger but also Santiago and Lana.
