Hewitt blinked.
She broke free from the thick, damp fantasy as if a drowning person suddenly breathed in fresh air.
Kerry firmly believed in the existence of the mysterious.
Since childhood, she had often fallen into inexplicable intense emotions and colorful hallucinations.
Of course, her first reaction was that she had a psychological or mental illness. She saw a psychologist, even tried to study psychology on her own.
But regardless of the doctor's conclusions, she was found to be problem-free, even being treated as a mischievous child who came to tease them.
Between all her increasing understanding of psychology, she began to believe that what she was entangled with was not something like a brain lesion, but more like an evil curse taking root in her soul.
She seemed to be able to see another world hidden beneath the truth, peering at the chaotic abyss beneath the fragile veil.
