Samara Shaw
I saw something.
I lost my grip the moment my fingers slipped off and what happened next was something I didn't understand. My attempt to hold on to something was barely successful. My palms were sweaty and couldn't grab the edge of the window. My balance was moving from one had to the other. I couldn't carry the weight of my entire body by holding on to the slippery bricks and eventually, I let go. It was only a glimpse and it barely lasted a second but the moment before I went down, I saw someone peek through the window and this person, although looked like Accius, was a completely different version of him.
