Isadora found herself inside a dark room. In her hand, she was holding a knife painted with a scarlet liquid. Blood! Her eyes widened in realization. Had she killed someone or what? Her heart pounded at the thought before she heard a groan in the dark. There, a figure was kneeling on the floor while a pool of blood surrounded him. He seemed to be in pain and he let another groan, a louder one this time.
Isadora approached where he was and for some odd reason, her heart beat wildly with every step she took. Why did she feel this way? The man noticed her coming and he slowly lifted his head to look at her. The moment their eyes met, everything in the world seemed to have come to a halt. Her heart nearly jumped out of her skin as she stared at his pained eyes. Why… why did it have to be him of all the people?
