Ziana sat alone in the car, her emotions swirling like a tempest within her. The silence enveloping the vehicle seemed to amplify the chaos in her mind, leaving her feeling isolated and overwhelmed.
The memory of the demon's attack haunted her, its touch still lingering on her body, making her skin crawl. Its sadistic grin and demonic transformation remained fresh in her mind, replaying endlessly like a broken record. She shivered, unable to shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her bones.
Her thoughts then shifted to butterflies and the rude reaper who had saved her from death—again! She couldn't help but wonder how her life had taken such a twisted turn since his arrival. He had brought her back to life and kept rescuing her from the clutches of supernatural creatures that should have remained fiction. She was grateful but couldn't shake off the resentment shimmering within her.
